The Legendary Ace Novels & Stories

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

“Four hours can be an eternity, man. Especially for the person he’s got in his crosshairs.” “That’s true.” Jack paused. “You going to be able to handle this, Cuddy? Kidnapping a woman, and then doing your damnedest to protect her, despite Jensen’s intentions to hurt her?” Ace looked grim. “I’ve been a fucking traitor to my cut and club for months now. I’ve gotten my brothers killed. I’ve blown up my boss’ operations, cost him millions. I’ve done all of that without losing sleep, because I’ve done it to save my own ass, and protect Liam. I can betray Jensen’s trust one more time to keep an innocent woman safe, Taylor. No problem.”

Straightening his back slightly, he leaned closer to the helpless Lance. From the beginning, Lance had betrayed him. His words had never been anything but lies, and everything he’d done was nothing but fake. “You know, I’m the one who made you like this,” Ace whispered, his voice like ice. He reached out, his hand grazing the bandages wrapped around Lance’s head. A faint, sinister smirk played on his lips, his eyes still burning with a murderous chill as they fixed on Lance’s pale face. “This is your price for daring to stab me in the back. You lied to me. You made a fool of me. You even tore my woman away from me!” Every word Ace said to him was dripping with smothered rage.

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.

I felt special. "Why didn't you want to admit it?" I asked, trying to process everything. Ace began to run the back of his neck, sort of playing with his hair. He looked really handsome that way. “I am not some sort of hero, Eliana. If you knew I was the one, you'd give me that heroic look, and honestly, I don't want that. I don't want to gain your trust by making you see me as the good guy. I did what anyone in his right senses would do.”

My husbands faced death at a young age and had to learn the ways of the world like I did alone. My boys where taught what love was from a young age, they were taught that we fight for family and what's right. My four boys are stronger then we could of asked for and as I stand here watching Ares cordnate the men and have them ready for his next command I know I was right for naming him after the god of war. Ace always has a trick up his sleeve, he's slick and cunning ready for anyone who's willing to play games and try their luck against his quick mind.

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

The MC had my back on this matter, and I appreciated it. I think it had something to do with all the small tiny x’s over the eyes of everyone who’s been eliminated. I know the rational side of my brain is screaming, ‘Run, girl, run,’ but my heart and illogical side of my brain believes it to be romantic. Suppose it was like a cat leaving dead things at your feet as a sign of affection? Murder seems to be Ace’s love language for me. Maybe after all this is over, I should seek a therapist. Ace and I both have some mental disorders. However, perhaps that is the reason we work. I felt selfish and terrible for involving children in this life, but I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.

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.

However, his loyalty is too good to question. Like a soldier serving its country with nothing but patriotic intentions, Ace never failed my expectation for him. He works accordingly. Ace knows each hole in my family and yet, he didn’t do anything. He was born to serve me in this world. I, sometimes let him have his freedom to chose whom to serve. Yet, he keeps on coming back. That’s how loyal he is. “She’ll understand.” Ace said. That made me laugh. “ No one understand monsters or beasts,” I whispered, looking ahead over the darkness invading the city lights. Funny, isn’t it? For human to do everything to light up the whole town but in the end, darkness always invades everything. At almost e