Novels by Ace Wolf

Scott stood unmoving, watching as the uniformed men disappeared beyond the gate, not a single one daring to look back. Their retreat wasn’t casual, it was deliberate and filled with fear.“We really made a mistake coming here,” one of the soldiers said as they disappeared into the distance. The same men Gale had summoned with over confidence were now scattering like leaves in the wind.“Something is not right here. What just happened?” Laura murmured into Gale’s ears, but Gale himself was too shocked to say a word.Scott slowly turned back to face Laura and Gale.Their faces were stunned—just for a second. Just long enough to show they’d noticed something they couldn’t explain. But their pride was powerful enough to mask it almost immediately.Gale blinked and forced a crooked, dry laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Heh… Typical. Soldiers these days—soft as butter. They Probably thought you’d cry if they raised their voice, that was why they had pity on you.”Laura, quick to reg

All five of them glared at Scott, and suddenly, they charged toward him in anger.Five bodyguards lunged toward Scott like lions attacking their prey. Their muscles flexed, ready to crush him in the middle.But they were too slow.Scott’s eyes narrowed. His military instincts, that was honed through years of brutal warzones, kicked in immediately. Time slowed down for him as his body moved with precision. He ducked beneath the first swing, spun low, and drove his elbow into a guard’s ribs—CRACK!The man gasped and collapsed instantly, writhing on the floor in pain.Another came from the side with a wide hook punch.Scott caught the punch mid-air.A shift of weight. A twist of his hips. And a brutal uppercut to the guard’s chin, causing him to be cast backwards, his head hitting a pillar and he collapsed at once.The man dropped, unconscious before he even hit the ground.Laura screamed. “Stop it! Someone stop him!”Gale stood frozen, his mouth slightly open, stunned at the what was ha

Scott stood outside the front gate, his jaw slowly tightening. His eyes were cold. He had waited long enough. Watching his former home, his former wife, and the man who stole everything from him had pushed his patience to the edge.It was time to have a conversation that was long overdue.He stepped forward, pushing the gate open with a slow, steady hand. No one stopped him. Not even the security guards.He reached the front door and rang the bell.For a few seconds, there was silence. Then suddenly, the door creaked open.And there she was finally, his wife, Laura standing in front of him.She stood tall in the entryway, wearing a silky red dress that hugged her figure, gold jewelry that was screaming wealth. Her hair was pinned up neatly, her makeup was flawless. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.But it wasn’t her appearance that struck him.It wos the way her expression changed when she saw him. Her eyes darkened instantly as if she had seen the worse person on ear

The entire room fell into a still silence as Scott stepped forward with his fists clenched by his sides.He stopped in front of the crowd, his broad shoulders squared. Everyone thought he was out of place, his cloths showed it all.“This company was mine,” he said with a trembling voice.Some people exchanged looks, having no idea what he was talking about. They looked between themselves constantly trying to understand what he was saying.“I built it from nothing. With my own hands. With sleepless nights and sacrifices most of you will never understand. What you’re celebrating tonight… is theft.”A few gasps rippled through the audience. Others stared, confused at what he was saying, while some scoffed, amused by what they assumed was a madman. It sounded stupid, how could someone dressed like that own this kind of company? Gale Harrington stood still for a moment on the stage. Then he chuckled. Loudly.“Alright,” he said, smirking as he descended the steps. “Who let the village stor

He had taken enough. And now, he was ready to take everything back. He was out of the company already and walking away from it aimlessly, thinking about returning to the mansion where he was told Laura now lived.But just as he reached the pavement, a voice called out behind him. He recognized the voice so well that he ha’d to turn immediately. “Boss! Boss, wait!”Scott faced him. It was Mr. Evans, the aging accountant with his grey hair and hurried steps, was rushing out the front doors of the company, breathing heavily. His tie fluttered with the wind as he caught up to Scott.“I’m taking a huge risk by meeting up with you outside here. I might even sacked if caught by the manager. But…” he said halfway, and then he brought out a piece of paper. “Sir,” he said, panting. “There’s something else. Something important that you need to know but I couldn’t tell you in there.”Scott narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”Evans glanced around nervously, like he was afraid someone might be liste

Scott was about to respond to what Mr. Evans said, but then, he reserved his comments. He didn’t want to talk too much but rather let Mr. Evans watch what was going to happen if Gale Harrington ever crossed him.“I have to go now. I have to find Laura. I have to take back everything that she took from me,” he said to Mr. Evans, who seemed really afraid, wanting to still convince him from crossing their paths. “But Sir…” Mr. Evans started off, but Scott had already moved away from him.But just as he was about to push the door open and step out into the sunlight, a sharp, arrogant voice rose behind him, breaking the silence instantly.“Hey, you. Stop right there!” The voice yelled angrily. Scott stopped in his tracks, shocked by the audacity in the voice.The voice carried the kind of tone that made people feel small. He slowly turned, his jaw around, followed by his entire body.Striding toward him was a man in his early forties, his hair neatly combed back, with a clean and shaven