Yungeen Ace Shot Novels & Stories

“Ooh. Okay. What do I look like then? How old do I look?” “You look like you’re twenty-five,” he says smoothly. I stop dead in my tracks again, staring at him. “Eish. Ace. Are you saying I look old?” “Not at all!” Ace laughs quickly, holding his hands up again, looking genuinely panicked for a second. “Forgive me, that’s not what I meant. I just mean you carry yourself with a lot of poise. Not like the childish eighteen-year-olds I usually know. You’ve got fire.”

Ace shouted, his voice was muffled. Gwen continued walking until the point she was at seemed like a good one. She could see a darkened area of the field that was probably the shed. Since they were at the top of the field, they were right behind the targets used in practice. Gwen wished she could use one as a shield but that was not possible since they probably weighed too much. The targets did catch bullets but it was not a moving one for a reason. "Chester, you had no right to do that!" Ace bellowed, his voice getting closer. "You didn't want to get in trouble with the General, well then now you will. Punching your comrades in war. Not the smartest move."

When she pulled him closer to her center, the man smiled. "Lick me more, bodyguard... suck me hard..." she told him. She's really losing her mind because of what she's saying. But she'd go crazier if the man stopped now. But then he didn't. "As you wish," Ace said and started to move his tongue up and down on her. It wasn't just his tongue moving now; his fingers joined in. His fingers started to play with her clit. He's putting pressure on it while his tongue tried to enter her hole.

I'm surrounded by trees. 'Zurielle!' Ace calls out. I stand up. It's dark, and all I can see are trees. 'Ace!' I call out to him. Relief washes over me as, Ace steps out from the trees, we smile at eachother, and suddenly a gunshot goes off. The colour drains from Ace’s face as he presses his hand against his abdomen. Removing his hand, he looks down. Blood. He has been shot. 'Ace!' I scream as I run towards him. He falls to his knees, revealing Red Back standing behind him with a gun.

Unfortunately, they all seemed to pass through. Ace cussed when he shot his third arrow, but nothing seems to hit. “You!” Ace yelled while looking at me. “Get to the nymphs as soon as possible. We’ll distract this ugly relative of yours.” “That is not my relative!” “Are you sure? The resemblance is quite uncanny.”

“Come on, I can smell your nervousness. Relax they’ll love you.” Ace says as he took her hand and placed it inside of his pockets. She smiled as she nodded. Relaxing with his touch. They walked into this large home, Runa was shocked it was bigger than Aces. A tall lady with blonde hair came from the corner and a male with a very daring appearance appeared. “Mom, dad, meet Runa my Luna.” Ace said as he kissed the back of her hand and smirked.

Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself. Ace situated himself behind me, cupping my chin and forcing me to tip my head back to meet his gaze as he stared down at me, "Fix?" He mused, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of his bottom lip and I felt goosebumps litter my flesh, "you're right, I can't fix shit," Ace agreed, making certain his hazel eyes bored into my blue ones, "but I can break things. I break beds, backs, and even sweet pus—" "You have three seconds to let me go before I elbow you in the nutsack," I interjected with a scowl.

His voice was quieter when he replied. “…Fair point.” The waiter looked between the three of us, unsure whether he should escape or wait. Ace waved him closer. “Yeah, bring the shots. If you have tequila, perfect. If not, I’ll take whatever. And keep them coming, yeah? I need something strong enough to make this father-son bonding thing bearable.” Scott choked on air. “Ace!” “What?” Ace asked innocently. “It’s a compliment. I’m trying.” The waiter nodded quickly. “I’ll bring a tray.”

Emily replied gazing at them running. "Wow, must be a too much difficult task to feed a 6 year old toddler, " Ace commented which made Emily to roll her eyes at him "Yeah, more difficult than shooting and threatening a 60 years old man, " Ace smirked at her answer and then got a little more closer to her on the sofa. "Well, try sometimes. It's fun threatening and shooting, hermosa, " ( Gorgeous) He cooed in her ear sensually which made her to glare at him until

I said as I cocked my loaded gun. “Alright! Alright! Enough with the violence woman!” He yelled dramatically as if he was a preacher and threw his arms in the air. I rolled my eyes and a slight smile formed on my lips. Romano is like my idiot little brother. I couldn't stay mad at his goofy ass. The familiar roar of a Porsche 918 engine pulled up next to us. I watched as Ace stepped out of the car, dressed impeccably in a white designer button up and slacks. He had a wide smile on his face as he walked over to us.