Portgas D Ace Romane & Geschichten

"I would have reckoned you aren't the garrulous types but then again, we were all proven wrong at the training grounds today" "Can you fucking shut up, your voice is riling!" Ace banged his fist on the table, getting everyone on alert as they bared their sharp teethes. Ace equally did the same, he was a gamma, he spurned to be deterred. "What are you going to do, thwart us. Come on, I can take you, bastards?"

“Lisa, you did what you thought was best. And we’re not out of time yet. We can still fix this.” Lisa swallowed hard, her eyes focused on the road ahead. “I hope you’re right.” --- The city lights blurred as they raced through the streets, their destination clear in Lisa’s mind. Ace’s location was one she had committed to memory, a private residence where he often met with his most trusted men. It was remote, well-guarded, and secure—at least, that’s what she had always believed. The car came to a stop at the gated entrance, and Lisa felt her heart rate quicken as she stepped out of the vehicle. The air was heavy, as if even the night itself knew that something was brewing.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

The stocky man's usually calm demeanor carried an edge of concern. "The downtown territory sweep is complete," Marcus continued, setting a tablet on Ace's mahogany desk. "Still nothing concrete, but..." He paused, studying his Alpha's rigid posture. "You felt it again, didn't you?" Ace turned from the window, his movements fluid despite the tension radiating from every line of his body. "It's getting stronger. She's not just close anymore, Marcus. She's here. In the city." "Any idea which district?" Ace closed his eyes, reaching deep into that primal part of himself that existed beyond human understanding. The mate bond was like a compass needle, always pointing toward true north, but the si

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

She only blushed. She shook her head. “I’m not having a baby Charlie!!” “Yet.” Ace said with a smirk. He came down with a half-way buttoned up shirt, it was black which matched them all since everyone was wearing a black shirt. He had his hair a little bit wet and his tats on his neck made him irresistible. Plus his smell made her toes curl. Alex, Charlie and Sarah noticed how hot she was becoming as she was looking at her mate to which they only winked at each other.

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

And you didn't care to inform me! He looked up at me, frowning and then went to typing. Tobias: Who? Me: Don't be so saint now! I'm talking about Ace. Tobias: Oh, but I thought you already knew. After all it's a very common thing to attend the race of his own place. My eyes widened. Wait, what? Castelo Track was his? How come? I thought his every company or property's name started with Valencian. Me: He owns it? And why Castelo?

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

“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.