Chess Fundamentals Book Novels & Stories

In fact, no one had even given him such an attitude "Here are the books.." Adi looked down at the books that were lined up on the two small shelves and almost groaned! "Principles of Quantum Mechanics? History of Time.. Warped Passages. Fundamentals of Physics.." These were all 'textbooks' for Physics! This is what he was supposed to read to pass the time? Heck, he'd be asleep in a minute if he did that! Just then he spotted something.. "Hey fifi. Do you play chess?"

I straightened my posture slightly, observing as the man sat across from the child, setting up a chessboard and a timer on each of their sides. “Chess?” I muttered, furrowing my brows while keeping my eyes on them. Despite the significant age gap, the man played quite well. The child had a solid strategy—I could see how quickly he cornered the man's king, though he had to sacrifice many pawns in the process. The man, on the other hand, wasn’t going easy on him. But his strategy had no distinct pattern—it simply flowed, adapting to the situation. He easily fell into the traps that had been set.

I took a step back and let them have it. Back at the main chamber, I found Schnell with Bob. They were—of all things—playing chess. With magnetic pieces. On a stolen Control board. “He’s cheating,” Schnell said without looking up. “You’re using equations to optimize your pawn structure,” Bob countered. “I call it even.” They both glanced at me. “Didn’t peg you two for bonding time.” Schnell grunted. “We are not bonding.” “Not in ze slightest,” Bob said at the same time.

I said nothing. The nothing was not shock. It was not guilt. It was the particular silence of a man who has just watched the opening move of something and is already three moves ahead of it, reading the board, understanding the shape of the game that has just begun, and knowing with a certainty that sat below logic and above instinct that the man standing across from him with the performed horror on his face had been in this room before me tonight. And had not left it empty.

HE brought HIS words and commanded. “Well then serve me well and do your part in this grand chess game that I am playing against Him, but first, choose your book.” With a snap of HIS finger, the six worlds and books are presented, as the original and the truth is hidden from her, as she anticipated it and fully understands the reason why. She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book,”

Leo replied. "Risky? Kanji already has an advantage and there are a lot of changes on both sides, but still, Allura should stick with the castling move." Dominic added. I know they are doing this all on purpose. My brows knitted in confusion as their words and suggestions jumbled in my head, causing me to lose concentration and forget my next move. "Shit," I cursed in my head as I made a risky move on my piece. Kanji smirked as he watched me move my piece, and he then moved his queen out of the pawns, or shall we say the most powerful chess piece in the game.

“Chess players are particular.” Silas leaned closer. “I like the horse.” “The knight.” “Yeah. The horse.” Damian nodded. “It’s one of the strongest pieces.” Silas’s eyes widened. “Really?” “Yes.” “Because it jumps?” “Yes.” Silas grinned. “That’s cool.” Damian finished arranging the board. “Do you remember how each piece moves?” Silas pointed. “The castle goes straight.” “The rook.” “Right.” He pointed again. “The pointy one goes sideways.”

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

Staring at the troops of ten black pawns lined up at the borderline of the enemy territory, Sir Rowan passed Zen three white chess pieces — the rook, a horse and a pawn. “The pawns can move two spaces forward each in this game. They can move diagonally when intercepting the enemy pawn. Your job is to prevent any pawns from reaching the baseline with only these three pieces. At the beginning of the game, you can place them anywhere you like in your territory. You need to last for ten moves.” A simulation event!

When I was little, Noah used to say chess was just life in disguise. He’d sit across from me at our kitchen table, the old wooden board between us, pieces nicked and worn from too many games, and he’d explain every move like it was scripture. “Checkers is fast,” he’d say, moving his knight with a flick of his hand. “But chess is patience. Strategy. You don’t win by charging forward. You win by waiting for your opponent to slip.”