Portgas D Ace Hat Novels & Stories

I apologized as I opened the door to find Ace standing there in just his shirt and black pants. The shirt had been unbuttoned all the way down and was merely serving as a jacket now. His hair was tousled as a strand of pure black hair rested lazily on his forehead. His hair looked like he had run his hands over it a lot of times. He overall had a laid back and lazy appearance. But in a hot way though. “What were you busy with? I thought I heard a voice.” The pinching together of his eyebrows in confusion was enough to let me know that Carter hadn't exactly kept his voice low.

His red hair was finely brushed back. As for PRINCE Ace, he was wearing an army green shirt made of a sweater like material that seemed to sparkle and had a round scarf hanging loosely on his neck. Over the shirt was a gray vest and a jet black coat that buttons halfway up. Even though his outfit seemed ridiculous and sounded weird, he looked really good especially when his hair was carefully brushed back just right and showing his perfectly defined ears that I now got used to. Fred came and offered me a hand, which Dan then slapped. "Hate to break it to you, Fred, but can't you see Rose already has an escort?" Dan's annoyed tone confused me.

I said as I cocked my loaded gun. “Alright! Alright! Enough with the violence woman!” He yelled dramatically as if he was a preacher and threw his arms in the air. I rolled my eyes and a slight smile formed on my lips. Romano is like my idiot little brother. I couldn't stay mad at his goofy ass. The familiar roar of a Porsche 918 engine pulled up next to us. I watched as Ace stepped out of the car, dressed impeccably in a white designer button up and slacks. He had a wide smile on his face as he walked over to us.

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.

He lowered his baseball cap to cover his face from the CCTV cameras installed at the traffic lights, he also used a mask to cover part of his face so as not to be recognized by anyone. The fast pace of the car made Ace arrive at The Fixer's headquarters in just thirty minutes. He got out of his car after observing his surroundings. Ace's hurried footsteps were forced to stop when he came face to face with two bodyguards standing guard at the door of the headquarters. Ace took off his hat and mask, he raised his face and spoke in a bold voice. "Tell The Fixer, Ace Blake wants to see him."

She did that for Ace. The middle has a cowboy hat and and ice crown tilted on their side at an angle. The brim of the hat is leaning on the base of the crown like they are supporting each other. Just like on her kutte. Over the top written in emerald green outlined in gold is ‘Reckless Renegades’ at the bottom is ‘ Property of Lug Nut.’ It is truly a work of art. “ So what do you think?” Tank asks Ailee. She moves her arm around looking at it from all angles. I hear her sniffle and grow concerned. Does she not like it?

"I bet on the outsider, just for the thrill. I’m hoping he finally knocks the legend of Ace off his pedestal." "Which one is Ace?" I asked. Chloé scanned the crowd. "Nobody really knows. He shows up, he wins, he leaves. He always keeps his full-face helmet on, even in the paddock. A total ghost. Word is he has connections to the Corsican mob—a guy you don't want to mess with." "Ace." The Ace of Spades of the night. It sounded a bit too cliché to me, like a bad biker movie. The more mysterious someone is, the more people invent stories.

I needed to get my mind out of the gutter about this guy because I read that text so wrong. The door to our apartment opened, and I quickly put my phone down guiltily and looked up. Ace walked in with another dozen roses in his hands. His black hair was gelled up and back perfectly. His brown eyes were clear and white. He wore black trousers, a deep blue button-up shirt, and a black suit jacket. Relief spread across his face as his eyes fell upon me, and a smile pulled at his lips. “You’re here,” he whispered softly as he swiftly walked over to me.

Once everything was spotless, I planned to dive into my studying, hoping to regain a sense of normalcy and routine amidst the unsettling uncertainty of my surroundings. "Gosh Bonita," Ace purred, his voice smooth yet laced with a teasing edge, "you wouldn’t even open your door to see what had happened?" I gasped, my hand instinctively covering my chest as I locked my gaze onto him. Ace radiated an alluring darkness; his black dress shirt, adorned with the first two buttons undone, clung to his chiseled frame, while his matching pants hugged him in all the right places. He leaned against the door frame, hand pressed to his forehead, a pained expression dancing on his lips that only heightened

Ace smiled and handed me the extra helmet. "Get in, and let's go home." Ace responded, and I put on the helmet before hopping on his sports motorcycle and hugging his waist. "Hold on tight," Ace said as he started the engine and began to drive. **