Chess Stories Novels & Stories

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

He'd been wrong. ~Three Months Earlier~ The coffee in Marcus Chen's office had gone cold an hour ago, a ring of beige residue coating the inside of the mug. He hadn't noticed. His attention was fixed on the research proposal spread across his desk—the one that had kept him awake until 3 AM for the past week—and the one that was about to be picked apart by the woman sitting across from him.

One former archivist in a northeastern stronghold teaching us everything we need to know about an enemy he spent decades building. And two gold-eyed children at home learning chess from a woman who is figuring out what loving without possession actually looks like. The territory needs a Queen at the table. The table has her.

He knew she loved presents and it always changed her moods in seconds. Martina held the chain that shined on her neck with a beautiful smile on her face. She danced to her room and sang her favorite songs. *************** “How are you doing today?” Asked Keith to his boss who was the owner of “Diamond jewelers”. “Nothing would happen to me anytime soon. Worry about yourself. How’re you Mr. Keith Jonas.” Inquired Mr. Paul. Mr. Paul was an 89-year-old gentleman who was an extremely kind person with a bitter tongue. His work made him gruff in nature. It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb.

Elizabeth was delighted at the view offered by that enchanted chessboard. “If I knew chess was so interesting, I’d have started playing earlier. This chess board, compared to the one at the orphanage is great. The boys who played there had a decrepit board, and the pieces were chewed by the mice ... some were missing and replaced with smaller or larger stones with the piece drawn on them with coal.”

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

After the events of yesterday, I needed a break from everything, and this place just has that weird ability to make me calm down. After Scarlet fell asleep last night, only Crimson and I were left. He told me he had something to ask me, and somehow, he found out about my illness. I tried to play it cool by asking him what he's talking about, but he quickly dropped the topic. The question came out of nowhere, and I have no idea how he managed to find out. I've never told anyone about it, and there's no chance of him overhearing it from anybody else. While I was thinking to myself, Alabaster placed a drink in front of me. It didn't look like coffee, and it definitely didn't smell like it eithe

Zamin nodded at her question, and she carried on. "So? It's not necessary that they were in the same batch. Even if they were, there could be so many people in that batch," Zamin reasoned, not finding the connection. "Chachu and Khala know each other. I overheard them talking. Khala was asking Chachu when he started drinking tea, and Chachu was asking Khala about becoming a doctor. It seemed like they know each other well," Madiha recounted what she had witnessed earlier that evening, her mind racing through various scenarios until she had settled on the conclusion that Iman might be the girl Dabir loved.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.