Yungeen Ace Shot Novels & Stories

I was cut off once again when Yash leaned down and took one nipple in his lips. “Y-yash! Oh my gosh!” I screamed in surprise. Ace chuckled as he continued his ministrations on my thighs, his hand dangerously close to my private part, though he seemed aware enough not to go there. Yash merely hummed as his teeth nipped at the nipple he was sucking, while his other hand reached for my other nipple, tugging it sharply, which made me arch my back and squirm in pleasure. “Yash! I—”

Fuck. "Shit!" Ace yelled and skids when one of them starts shooting towards him. I clenched my teeth in anger and lay flat on my stomach in a way to not get shot by the persistent riders. "Ryn are you okay?" Ace panicked voice shouts. My head snaps to him and I nod. He visibly lets out a relieved breath. "Get on the side of the truck in case I need to jump back in!" I yelled while dragging my body higher up. He does what I told him, making sure to go at the same pace with the truck.

I tensed, fully rising now, hands gripping the seat in front of me. But Ace popped back up like it was nothing, shaking it off with that easy confidence. He looked up at me again, finding me in the crowd, that same small smile playing at his lips like he was saying I'm fine, don't worry about me. Ten minutes into the period, he got the puck behind the net and everything seemed to shift. He moved so fast I almost missed it—cutting around a defender like they weren't even there, skating hard toward the goal with single-minded focus. The goalie shifted, anticipating the shot, positioning himself.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

He whispered to me and I smirked, “Go on, I want to see it with my own eyes.” He nodded, still in his rampage mode. He really was not showing any mercy as he went full blown attacking them, massacring them. When we reached the Fowler’s room, they fired some strange weapons at us but Ace was quick to crack our bones and kill them. Everyone was almost dead, except the old man, our leader. “You killed enough of my men, bastard!” He yelled in rage, pointing at us his machine gun, and continued firing. But Ace’s skin felt like his skin was made out of stone as it didn’t even have any effect on him. He blocked every bullet and instead, grabbed a metal to fire it back at him. The bullet pierced str

Just to pass time after eating, we went to the Arcade to play games. We were shooting some balls at the basketball ring right now. I’m not really good at playing basketball, but I’m good at shooting, though, but not as good as Clyde. He said he was a varsity back in high school. I think it is likely that he really looked like a professional while shooting. I can’t beat him up, of course. Plus, his arms have their advantages. “So what was Ace’s reaction knowing that you have two months left for France?” He asked while still playing. I winced.

"You really are the richest man's son! You weren't lying!" Ace sighed in mock exasperation. "But I did some checking—you lied about the president. He doesn't have a daughter. You tricked me." I awkwardly averted my gaze. "Sorry, I never thought you'd be so honest with me." Ace smirked. "You can trust me now. My shooting skills are even better than in the game." "Not surprising. But how did you recognize me?" "You once used your own photo as a profile picture. You changed it quickly, but I have a good memory."

Marley: she must be playing with her mother's make up and shoes. Zag: *laughs* cute. Where's Ace? Marley: In his room playing a video game if not, in the theatre watching cartoons. Zag: ok guys, we going to pay Ace a little visit oh, thank God he's in his room. Hey Ace, Ace: *removes headset* hi Zag. Zag: Hope you don't mind me asking you some questions. He shrugs. Oh, what game is that? Ace: God of War. Zag: cool. How old are you?

Pamaya-maya'y nagpaalam siya at nagkunwaring may kukunin sa kotse pero para lang magmanman. He had a gut feeling that he would not like Scarlett Bustamante. Hindi nga nagkamali ang hinuha niyang hindi magugustuhan ang dalaga. Sobra ang ganda nito. Gayunman, nakangiti pa rin si Ace nang lumapit sa grupong naghihintay sa center isle. Binigyan niya ng prupesyonal na ngiti ang lahat, pati na ang babae. "Good evening," he greeted the young woman casually. "I'm Ace Fiero." Napilitan lang siyang ilahad ang isang kamay.

I rushed downstairs with my phone and sat on the couch. 5 minutes later I got a call from ace. And he said he is outside. I told my brothers that I'm leaving and went outside There stood ace wearing a black jeans with blue T-shirt and black bomber jacket with blue sport shoes. He looked handsome.. "You look beautiful Alesa" he complimented me Smiling "You look handsome too Ace" I complimented him back. "Where are we going?" I asked. "it's a surprise" he said We both head inside his car. We both were sitting behind as we can't drive because we are underage.