Chess Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“You never told us you and Leo had a thing going.” “We don't have a thing going.” She denied flatly. “Really?” She nodded at the older man. “Really. Believe me, Jamie. There is nothing going on.” Because there wasn't. Or was there? “Nothing going on, and he just throws your name out there casually during an interview?” She shrugged, doing her best to make it seem like nothing. “It's just post-race stress that got to him. Nothing more. You know how it can be.”

Yet hearing it aloud was exquisite. I could almost picture Ethan’s expression at the bidding hall—the shock, the humiliation. A project he was certain to win, stolen at the last second by a mysterious competitor with a margin so razor-thin it seemed uncanny. For him, for the Caldwells, this was nothing less than a public slap in the face. The chaos below swelled, filled with frantic speculation about Stellar Dawn’s origins. Silently, I withdrew to my room and shut the door, shutting out the noise.

Ferrara De Castello I enjoy games, taking my opponent by surprise, leading them on and striking when they don't expect it. And of all the games I have played, chess is my most favorite, the most manipulative of them all. But as much as I enjoy putting things and people in their place, missing pieces put me off as well. "We couldn't find the Petrov girl, boss, it's like she vanished after the funeral." It was the same thing I had heard months afterwards, and I have the best damn resources and ways of making people talk.

"All yours." She walks over to dig in her bag as HE stands in the doorway. HIS eyes roam over each curve now revealed as she stoops. Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine, Anatoly Karpov, Magnus Carlsen. HE reads the names of the world's greatest chess players off in HIS mind in attempting to distract HIMSELF from HIS thoughts about KYOLINE.

As they journeyed, the towering buildings on both sides, the rows of shops brimming with a dazzling array of goods, and the throngs of people created a grand and splendid atmosphere. "My lord!" Suddenly, Thomas’s voice came from outside the carriage. "The Chess Pavilion up ahead is hosting another chess duel. I've heard the prize this time is a set of rainbow glass beads, which has attracted a large crowd, blocking the road. Would you like to pause for a while, or should we take a detour?" This chess duel was a renowned spectacle of the capital, with the Chess Pavilion being the most famous. Rumor has it that in each small room, a chess master is on duty. Only those who could win three conse

“Uhm. May I know who you are first and what happened after I passed out?” “I was part of a gang called The Kings. We are the ones who rescued you yesterday, along with people who were imprisoned by Liospire’s gang. Just consider us the peacemakers of this world. And I am Chess. Finally, I already met you, Merchaiass.” Chess said, and he offered his hand for a shake with mine. I shook it and said thanks for saving me yesterday.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

AMARACHI'S POV. Whoever wrote that article in the school's student journal must be very stupid. He/She probably has a personal issue with Christabel. Nothing in that article is right. Christabel never begged Jeff to have sex with her. This crazy! Who would have done this? I don’t think Jeff did this but apart from Ade, Michelle and me, no one else knows that Christabel likes Jeff. Taking one more look at the article, I hissed and annoyingly left the page. The comments were very nasty.

Every servant, every employee, every familiar face suddenly became someone we could no longer trust completely. Before anyone could respond, another guard hurried toward us carrying a transparent evidence bag. Inside rested a single black chess queen. The small carved piece looked strangely elegant beneath the harsh emergency lights, yet something about it made my stomach twist with unease. Adrian accepted the bag without speaking, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the plastic. "Do you recognize it?" I asked quietly. His gaze remained fixed on the chess piece for several long seconds before he finally nodded. "Years ago Cassandra insisted that every negotiation between us be