Portgas D Ace Hat Novels & Stories

My cheeks turned pink, I could see… "Hey! I can see myself!" I shrieked. "Ace, see… What are you wearing?" He wore a honey zip pocket, crazy velvet pants, a Kelly green shirt and leather belt, a white blazer and white Chelsea boots. He tied a honey bandana on his head and wore some kind of white spiky bangle. "Don't complain, I'm not wearing a suit or tuxedo or any fancy outfit, period." "Humph," I wasn't going to argue, he is Ace after all. He suddenly kissed my temple and rubbed his hands on my arms.

Of course, Ace still doesn't fully trust Zeraph that he let Custard guard him. Ace will have to get captured and find the kidnapped females. Meanwhile, the rest of us, using Prince Zeraph's magic, will wait by the port of Atla tomorrow at sunrise. Zeraph already told Ace about what to look out for to get to the port. Ace is smart so I bet he won't have any problem finding his way around an unfamiliar kingdom. Ace suddenly gave me a hat and a coat to cover my gender. "Since your chest is almost flat it won't be a problem." He said. If this guy didn't look the way that he was now, I would have strangled him.

His back, chest, stomach and even the neck was covered with the nasty scars granted to him in the past by the people he once trusted. Soon enough, he walked out of the room after getting himself ready in the heavy suit same as Sameul, the only difference was his covered his neck as well. Ace covered his hands with the place leather gloves before hoping on the heavy bike left for him, wearing the jet black helmet on which the scorpion was engraved at one side his narrowed dangerous eyes glared at the way and igniting the engine he took off breaking every traffic law present in the country.

Everything changed in an instant. Ace acted like a completely different person. She was enamored and moved to tears by his words. She never could have imagined that Ace Hampton would pour out his heart for her in such manner. He asked her out on a date and here she was, looking for a dress to wear. She grabbed a black short leggings, a black camisole and a green long shirt with a green baseball cap. and walked towards the full length mirror. She pressed the outfit against her naked body and focused at her reflection on the mirror.

I may have told Dante you were coming to his party tonight Me: I am not going Ace: You are already dressed in my head Me: Stop Ace: I’m waiting downstairs. Me: I hate you Ace: See you in thirty minutes.

Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions. Mr Garret is younger than the other teachers in school, he's twenty-four. " Is there something wrong Mr Alastar?" Me. Garret asked and looked at Ace who was still sitting alone. " No, " Ace whispered, he packed his books and left the classroom. Me. Garret noticed the emptiness in his eyes, he's worried about Ace's well being. Ace sighed and looked at jack's disgusting eyes who was slamming his against the blue locker. " Where is my money, rich boy?" Jack taunted.

“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.

Ace was at the door of the mansion-like home with a grin plastered on his face — I could feel his excitement radiating off him even though I was still in the confinements of my car. "Aren't you coming," Quinn asked, breaking my concentration. It was when I whipped my gaze to her that I realized I had been busy gawking at Ace. I returned my gaze to him, doing a quick sweep of his clothing. It was the first time I had seen him in something that wasn't casual. The black button-down he wore was folded at his elbows and he had purposely left a few buttons open at the top. It fitted him well and didn't cling to him the way it would have if he had a more muscular build. He had paired the shirt with

Tess Looking at Ace’s handsome face, I notice things he doesn’t reveal. His eyes were tired; he needed a haircut and clearly hadn’t worried about trimming or facial grooming. Yet, he seems to pull off the homeless look seamlessly. I want to take him into my arms, hold him tight, and take some of his stress away. He was a man who never liked to show vulnerability, and I was one of the few people who saw it.

Father whispered but I said nothing. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying to steal a glance at the unbothered man behind us. He looked to be about 7ft with black hair and grey eyes, his body built. A dragon tattoo on his neck. "Great another bad boy." I thought before rolling my eyes. "Ace, this is my daughter, Angel," father said to the large man. But all Ace did was stare. He didn't say anything or move just stared at me like I was some freak.