What Does Ace Mean In Friendship Novels & Stories

Ace makes me so curious, yet I promise myself not to get too involved. Ace goes back to walking beside me. “I hope if that does happen, I can count on you as a friend, right?” There is is. Exactly what I thought was his motive. He wants people on his side, which hasn’t been my strategy thus far. I don’t see myself getting any further past this point anyway, and I assume this next mission we get is going to be end of me. Everyone sees it, so why is Ace wanting to get on my good side?

Ace adds with a grin, “Maybe you’ll meet the man of your dreams.” That’s it. I walk away, ignoring their cackling. Ace jogs after me. “Hey, don’t be mad.” “I’m not mad,” I mutter. “I’m reevaluating our entire friendship.” “You said undercover,” he defends. “You’re a private guy. You never date. It fits. Plus, now women won’t throw themselves at you.” I roll my eyes. “Great. Repelling women. Exactly what I came here to do.” Then I stop.

Angel "Cut the crap, Angie!" Rachel shouts in disbelief. God! That girl has a loud voice. Again, the whole cafeteria turns to look at us. "I'm being serious!" I whisper and look at Ally who is looking at me in amazement. "You can't be friends with Ace Carter! In his dictionary, friends means friends with benefits!" Rachel warns and slaps her forehead. "God, don't tell me you already slept with him." She sighs, and my eyes widen.

Ace felt the tug in his hand and drew me closer to himself, keeping me in his arms and automatically stopping Jeffery from taking another step toward me. "I'm sorry about what happened to you, you know the Crimson Pack is all about equality and understanding and I hope you get better as soon as possible," he touched my thigh, looking like he honestly gave a shit about me. "She's okay now. Keep a distance," Ace stepped in between us, taking Jeffrey's hand off my body. I liked how he could read the room without me having to say a word. Well, he was my mate and we still had a connection even though he was yet to mark me.

Ace said looking at me, ignoring chris's remark. "Yes , I had a long night " "Doing?, Never mind" he said rubbing his temple "Exactly , well I contacted an old friend and also added finishing touches to my project" "Good for you, I see you and Chris are getting along so no introductions needed" "Yes , he is such a sweet person" I wish I had not said that , it was too late! Ace took a quick glance at me , "sweet?, Wow, women are impossible creatures" he muttered as he walked towards the door in his blue sweat top and bottom Jersey.

It was freezing, the feeling that I haven’t felt in so long since Ace took me in. Ace is warm, even though he appears to be tough and ruthless, he was the warmest person I have ever met. His hugs, kisses, kept me away from this unfriendly place I called life. He would never know about it, he’ll probably move on to finding another fake fiancée.

The few friends who knew had walked on eggshells around me, afraid to get too excited in case it ended in heartbreak again. But this felt different. Stronger somehow. Like this baby was meant to be here, meant to be celebrated and loved from the very beginning. Maybe it was the mate bond, or maybe it was just the difference between a relationship built on love versus one built on desperation and obligation. Either way, I was going to embrace every moment of this experience. Even the terrifying ones. Ace appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly messed from whatever meeting he'd just finished. "How did it go?" he asked, settling beside me on the window seat.

His name is already cold. “Damn! I’ll punch that fucking Ferrer fuck his ass!” Ace said, he’s the most brutal of the six because of me when we were kids, that’s why they became so close. They would cry if one of them wasn’t included and they cared for me like a diamond, that’s why they’re still close and so caring towards me until now, how sweet right? “Hey cousins, I’m ok. Haahah your faces were all damn priceless, you didn’t even get to punch me,” I said laughing.

Andrew could not help but burst into laughter at Wesley's expression. "Stopped that right now," Andrew laughed feeling amused. "I can bet all your women will flee if they see this expression or look from you," he mocked but Wesley did not look like he cared. Not many know or have seen how good of a brotherly relationship between Wesley and Andrew is which is entirely different from the boss-to-assistant relationship everyone else sees. The humour they share is so sweet and contagious that anyone who gets to see a glimpse of their brotherly relationship would surely smile. In the end, Wesley could not help but chuckle as Andrew went on laughing and mocking him.

“Amy will cry if she sees you hurt. And I… I will feel hurt too. He is a bad man. I will kill him.” My heart broke a little at his words. I placed my hand over his. “No, Ace. He is not a bad man. He is just… a stupid one.” I sighed. “Rome and I—once upon a time—we were friends. When friends are angry, they say things they don’t mean. That doesn’t always mean they stop caring.” Ace stared at me, visibly trying to understand. His brows furrowed in confusion, like the idea of enemies becoming friends again didn’t quite compute.