Chess Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Why are men always so stupid when it comes to women? Time and time again. Just remember Helen of Troy before you do anything stupid.” “I have an idea of how to keep her in line.” She set her glass down and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Let’s hear this idea.” I poured another glass before I gave her the name that would explain everything else. “Joseph Ingram.” After a moment of consideration, she smiled. “Not a bad idea.” Ariel followed me into the royal chambers with the proper equipment. London was in the second living room next to the balcony, reading a book she found on the shelf.

“I am going upstairs. But if my stew burns, someone here is paying emotional damages.” The woman in the suit escorted her away. Silence followed. Then Slate looked at me. “You kissed him first.” I stared. “What?” “In the kitchen,” he said casually. “You kissed him first.” Zayden’s gaze moved to me. Heat climbed my neck. “We were being shot at.” “That is not a denial,” Slate said. “You are unbelievable.” “I’m observant.” Zayden said nothing, but there was something deeply irritating about the way he looked suddenly satisfied.

The fantasy was so vivid I could taste metal on my tongue. His lips found the hollow of my throat, a kiss so devoid of warmth it might as well have been delivered by a machine. There was nothing human in the way he touched me, just mechanics and dominance. I gave him what he wanted because resistance required energy I no longer possessed. There was nothing left inside me that hadn’t been hollowed out by his methodical destruction. I tried to disconnect, to float somewhere above this moment, above this body being used like property. The shame washed over me with each movement, each calculated touch. I had become nothing more than a chess piece, moved across the board at his whim.

She would always be mine. 18 VIKTOR I could see the war inside her—her duty, her mission, her life before me. And then there was the love she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit. The twisted, broken love that had formed between us like an infection. It was no longer just lust or need. It was something darker, something much harder to shake. She knew that. And that was why, when I spoke again, my words were a quiet invitation. "Join me," I whispered, almost a command, but soft.

I closed the folder slowly. “Interesting.” Aria’s POV “You cheated.” Romano looked up from the chessboard. “I won.” “You distracted me.” “I used strategy.” “You kissed my forehead.” He shrugged. “Effective strategy.” I couldn’t stop laughing. “You planned that.” “I absolutely did.” We’d somehow turned the library into our own little competition. Three games. Three losses. “I want a rematch.” “You’ve already had three.” “The fourth time is different.” “So optimistic.” “I have to be.” He moved another piece.

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

“This house is full of ghosts. You’ll go mad if you spend too much time alone.” She lowered her eyes, pretending to study the book in her hands. “I like the quiet.” Luca leaned against the edge of a nearby table, watching her. “Quiet is fine, but too much of it… it can drive someone mad.” He reached for a chess set already laid out, idly moving a pawn forward. “Play with me.” Rose hesitated, then sighed and set the book aside. “You know I’m terrible at this.” “That’s because you always move without thinking. Chess is patience, strategy.” He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Come. It’ll keep your mind busy.”

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