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“But I wanted to draw on it!” .................. Ace’s escapades didn’t stop at mischief. He had a knack for wandering off and causing minor chaos wherever he went. The pack warriors, who were meant to keep an eye on him, found themselves constantly chasing after the little whirlwind. One sunny afternoon, Ace decided to "help" the warriors during their training session. While they were practicing formations, Ace slipped away and climbed onto the training dummies, pretending to be a warrior himself. “Attack!” he yelled, flinging a stick at one of the dummies.

“Subtlety Is overrated.” Ace’s gaze cut to me, the ocean in his eyes storm-dark. “You’re bleeding.” I glanced at my torn sleeve, the cut beneath barely stinging. “Add it to the tab.” Valerie snorted. “Tab’s maxed out. You’re officially in debt to the universe.” ***

Edwin continued saying “Why do have this much hatred, this much venom in you? It not only destroys others, it will destroy you, Ace.” “Enough.” Ace shouted. Ignoring him, Edwin kept speaking that was irritating Ace. Ace stood from the ground, and walked to Edwin angrily. He then bent to Edwin’s level and held his collar. “I said enough.” He shouted again. Edwin pushed him and stood straight. He said “Ace, someone said you are a good guy. But everything that you do, proves you are an evil one. Question yourself. What are you exactly?” Ace let out a sarcastic chuckle with his sentences. He spoke “So cinematic... so dramatic.” He then pointed his finger at Edwin, shouting, “I warn you, if you d

They were technically enhanced, made superior to natural wolves so they could win any battle. By the time I reached the clearing, the fight was over. Smoke lingered in the air. Blood stained the ground in wide and dark patches. And there, crumpled on the forest floor, was Ace. She was unrecognizable and unmoving. She sat beside him, covered in blood and holding his hand like it was the only thing anchoring her to this world. She wasn’t making a sound. Just crying in silence, her small chest trembling with every breath she took.

"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?"

I asked. "Ace is stronger than four of them combined," she said and growled. "I'd choose them. But I don't think I can actually defeat them at all." "Let's try," I told her, and I braced myself when I saw Ace dash straight at me. He actually jumped and spun, kicking me on the head with a spinning kick. It was fast but knowing exactly where his leg was going to land, I raised both my hands and caught it. I felt my knees buckle.

He smirked, he is awfully calm about this while I'm here weighing my options. "I'm not," I said in a low tone. "Yes, you are." Another splash right on my face, I closed my eyes, opening it to Ace who's wiggling his eyebrows at me. "Stop that," I said firmly, in an attempt to intimidate him. Like that can ever work. "Make me." Oh, he wouldn't have said that. Now this means war. ~~~~ ACE'S POINT OF VIEW

“Show –” Warren had just managed to get the word out when Kirk shot Ace in the chest. Just shot him dead centre and as casually as if he were switching a TV channel. Ace flew backwards against the kitchen counter, flew back hard, and then he crumpled forward, landing on his face on the floor. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move. Kirk stared down at him, stared fixedly at his broad back. It was totally still, no rising and falling of breath. Kirk waited, then turned to face Warren with a wide smile, the gun held out and ready to fire again.

Terrence accurately assessed himself and Landry. "What are you talking about?" Landry was confused. He didn't know who Terrence was insulting. "I said, you're an idiot." After that, Terrence swung the scythe, drawing a purple arc in the air. Landry couldn't dodge the sudden attack because Terrence's speed was too fast for Landry. After all, the combat power gap between them was huge. How much combat power could Landry have? He didn't even have any equipment. Landry instinctively raised his hand to block. With a purple flash, one of Landry's mecha's arms was severed and fell to the ground.

I love that it flares out a little and that it cinches my waist. Ace is getting ready in his wardrobe. I brush my hair and tuck one side behind my ear; securing it behind my ear with a diamante hair-clip. Ace walks out of his wardrobe, wearing his favourite faux leather jacket, with a black shirt and dark jeans. I spin around. ‘Breathtaking,’ he says, and I blow him a kiss, grab his hand, and pull him downstairs, out the penthouse, and into his Lamborghini.