The Trap Of Ace Book Novels & Stories

vv On the fourth afternoon, Ace left the city. No escort. No decoys. Just a motorcycle that sounded like it had opinions and a road that climbed until the air gave up pretending it was warm. I followed in a van I didn’t deserve, changing lanes when clouds changed their minds, keeping distance like a penitent. He took the ridge road overlooking the reservoir. The wind there is not a friend; it is a judge. He parked at the old overlook where teenagers carve promises they can’t keep into stone they think won’t tell on them. He cut the engine and the world got very loud with nothing.

“Just… holding back. Maybe there’s more to the story. Maybe he’s protecting himself.” “Or you,” Ace said. “Maybe.” I rubbed my temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “He said he was trying to protect me from pain. But how is that supposed to help me? I can’t move on from something I don’t understand.” Ace didn’t respond right away. He just watched me, his gaze thoughtful. Then he turned and flipped the burner off before moving closer. “You know,” he said softly, “you don’t owe anyone your trust. Not even him. If something doesn’t feel right, you listen to that.”

I barely slept last night preparing for this day. "UGH!!!" In my frustration I accidentally knocked the book on my table and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Ace immediately ran and picked the book up. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. "Books are precious artifacts for learning and you just throw them away because I am keeping you company!?" He flared up in anger and he inspected how much damage I have caused on the book. In that moment, I realized that I am not so unlucky after all. PRINCE Ace is a bookworm.

Ace tensed again, and all that did was trap Liam's finger in place. "Oh, Christ," Ace mumbled into the pillow that he was clutching like a life preserver. "Ahhhhh." "Breathe," Liam reminded him, kissing his back. "Open up to me. Trust me."

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

Several guards rushed in and struggled for a long time before pinning Caleb's father to the floor. Amid the chaos, Caleb ran to the influencer's camera and snatched the selfie stick. He sobbed at the screen. "Everyone, you saw it, right? He's a psychopath. He deliberately disguised bricks as a laptop to trick me. I plugged my USB into the wrong port and it short-circuited! "My thesis really is gone. This is murder by another name. Please help me get justice!"

Three rotating positions now, no face yet. I forwarded it to Nikolai without comment and went to work. Around midday I found Ace in the library. He had pulled three books off the shelf and was reading the back covers one after the other. "Finding anything useful," I said from the doorway. He looked up. "Depends on what useful means." "Are any of them interesting." He held one up. "This one is about the history of organised crime in Chicago. I feel like that is either very relevant or deeply ironic given where I am standing."

"He’s been playing the 'tortured Alpha' act so well that the little rat actually believes he loves her. He just needs her to hit rock bottom so she’s easier to dump when the board signs off on the merger. She’s not a partner, she’s a toy he’s allowed to play with until the adults arrive." The recording clicked off. It was all there. It was all curated, polished, and presented with the cold precision of a long-con trap. The private meetings, the isolation, the "forced" engagement to Rose, even the humiliation at the restaurant—every single moment snapped into place. It wasn't a tragedy of circumstance; it was a script. Every word Ace had whispered to me on his porch, every touch that had felt

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.”

And I must found out why they’re cursed. It’s still six in the morning so I the two vamps are yet not awake. Or they are just don’t feel like going outside their respective room. Maybe because it’s the only thing where you can find privacy. I opened the library and was welcomed with its scent. Hmm. They really are rich. They have a library in their house, err mansion. The books are well arranged, from the year it’s been publish. I wonder what will I find out today. I used the ladder to get the books. But I don’t trust it. It’s like it’s going to break any time soon. But I don’t have a choice the book that I need is up there. There’s no way that I won’t get that book.