Portgas D Ace Death Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

“You will see me again, and we will be together.” BANG! “No, you won't,” Ace shot him in the crotch. “But you will see me in hell.” BANG! Ace fired the 6th bullet, it went straight through his forehead. Harrison Mobley's lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud SLAM.

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

Chapter 35: The Ghost in the Hull ​The freighter, The Acheron, was a rusted iron tomb groaning against the black Atlantic swells. Inside our cabin—a cramped, windowless box that smelled of salt and old oil—the air was suffocating. There was only one narrow bunk, the mattress thin and stained by decades of sea spray.

I’ll wake up in the city of romance, with the love of my life, away from his pricky husband. —------------------------------------------------ Ace's POV I delivered the body to my father immediately after landing. He made me drop it at the door and leave, after telling me the long awaited news. I didn't get to see what he intended to do with it, but who cares? A dog has to be treated like a dog! I kept panting up and about in my house. The thought of my brother being alone with my wife in the city of romance didn't sit well with me. “I have to get there before two weeks elapse, or I could have the induced coma reversed.” I snapped my finger in joy, but it faded again; “What if he already had

Ace got his blue eyes from his mom and black hair from his dad; he was the perfect combination of the two. Seconds later, my parents came in carrying plates and drinks. After placing them on the table they took their seats next to each other beside Mr Romano. I was sitting at the end of the table, Mason was in between me and Ace who had his legs crossed on the other chair and his head resting against Mason's arm with his phone in his hands. He really didn't give a fuck as to where he was or that his parents were present. He just say what he wants, do what he wants and where he wants.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Noah explained. That was my answer; Ace didn't do it; he didn't know about my mother's condition, and he wouldn't want to kill himself. “So according to the video, something was in the drink Ace was supposed to drink but mother drank it, so whatever Zade mixed in the drink was not intended to kill mother but give Ace and heart attack, I mean Ace would be driving, so if he has a heart attack, it would be said he had an accident and died, am I right Zade?” I said the version that made sense in my head.

No one answered. By the time the clubhouse appeared ahead of them, the rush had drained away. The yard was chaotic. Bikes came rolling in—some dented, some blood-smeared, some riderless. Ace with some men dragged the injured toward tents. Others laid out bodies… covered in sheets. Too many sheets. Whispers traveled fast. Marco Delgado is dead. The cartel scattered. The war is over. But this victory didn’t feel like triumph. Nolan killed the engine and staggered out, refusing help even when he swayed. Ashley rushed to help him, slipping under his arm, her body holding him steady.