Portgas D Ace Death Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

That day when they returned home, Derek followed Echo into Willow's room. The little cat crawled under the desk and retrieved an empty bottle. Derek examined the bottle. It had contained sleeping pills. He suddenly remembered the line that had been crossed out. I will never make it to the island now. Goodbye, Derek. "Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her." The empty sleeping pill bottle, the scratch marks on the door, the tear-smudged writing, the text messages that received no reply. And Willow, who was supposed to die that day.

I retorted,“I don't, and I don't think I'll ever get it.” “Then I think you'll get it when I tell you that Luca is behind the death of your father.” My brain lost its ability to process his information at that moment. I braced myself again, “What did you say?” “I believe you heard me the first time.” Ace replied, going over to his table as he picked up a file separated from the others. He walked back to me, handing it over. I grabbed it, my gaze darted from the brown file to his face. He had no facial expression that he was joking around. I opened the file, skimming through some details about my deceased father.

She looks away first. Bad hiding. Again. LUS remains silent. Again. Maya’s pencil pauses over the clipboard. Then keeps moving. Not now. The dead come once, mid-afternoon, drawn by crane noise and hammering. Six of them, staggering up the service lane with the stubborn entitlement of customers arriving after closing. Miles handles three. Marcus handles two. The last gets close enough to the new gate for Maya to test the angle. She lets it enter the dogleg. Lets it turn blind. Lets Eli drop it from above with one clean strike.

Ace yelled as they tore the clothes on his body till he was wearing nothing but his boxers but suddenly, they stopped, their soulless and dark eyes landed on his mate mark that lay proudly on his neck. "Fuck!" As if burnt, they jerked away from the Gamma and he couldn't but sigh in solace. "Fuck, I knew that Marco guy couldn't be trusted, he brought us the mate of a demon!" Demon? Ace decided not to think much into it as he pulled himself up to a sitting position, his hands and legs still tied, he almost shivered from the chilly wind that blew in from the outside that was dark and creepy. "What are we supposed to do with him now, I might be a rogue but I don't feel like dying any time soon"

Ace hesitated, but in the end, he clenched his jaw and said, "Alright! I'll leave with you!" He was out of options. He was doomed if he stuck around here. "Guess you're not a complete fool," the veiled man remarked with a cackle. The two men left the dungeon, and moments later, a fire started. Everything was burned to a crisp. … The next day, a shocking piece of news spread like wildfire. Ace, the chairman of the TMAA, had died in a fire. In an instant, all of the TMAA's enemies descended upon the TMAA, causing its members to flee.

Ace POV "We need to go!" Daniel was at my doorway and had a look like he was not in the mood for anyone's shit. I was still staring at the broken bracelet. "Fuck off!" I didn't take orders from him or care. "Derek is dead!" I didn't process that information correctly. What the hell did he say? Derek is gone? Yes, that is what he said. "Did hear me Ace? Derek is dead. He was found this morning at the lake. ME said overdose which probably means Alvarez."

“Remember, I got a tattoo of a pocket watch to connect to my sleeve. It’s not there. I got it days before leaving. They did a good job of photoshop.” I collapse to the floor, completely forgetting about analyzing the photos that closely. Looking at them made me sick; now, I should have realized. I could not breathe, spots entered my vision, and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. Ace bends down and picks me up, carrying me down the hall. He sits down on the bed, holding me and stroking my back. “Tess baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” He continues to stoke my back, but I can’t even open my eyes to look at him. “Breathe, deep, slow breaths.”

Nobody worth following though I know there are a lot more Casillas males out there. “In the Flying Death we have something called a Blood Card. Mine were Stephen and Nina Mitchell. Nina, though my biological mother, was never any sort of mother. She’s a shell of a person and won’t ever be capable of more. Stephen, some sorry sack of shit she married but never mated with, thought I was his personal punching bag. His to do with what he wanted. Whatever he saw fit and she never stopped him.

“If I swung that way then I would definitely ask you out for a drink or two.” “Just because I don’t go out doesn’t mean I don’t know how to dress,” I replied flatly, “and even if you tried, you couldn’t score a drink with me anyone.” Keith placed a hand on his chest and gasped , ”am I not the guy of your dreams Miller? Your words wound me.” I flipped him off and began heading for the door and grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger, “let’s go before I change my mind.” ****** By the time we were pulling up in front of Mark’s house, it was past 7 o'clock and the street was filled with all types of cars.