Flowering Heart Chess Age Novels & Stories

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Julie, having nothing to do, took out a chessboard and played chess with Roberto. "Old man, your chess skills are too poor. How many times have you regretted your moves?" Roberto felt no shame at all. "You, girl, don't you understand the importance of respecting the elderly and caring for the young? I am of an advanced age; can't you give in to me?" "No, I won't. In chess, there is no distinction between big and small. If I can't win, I will admit defeat. Besides, I won't laugh at you. How can you still have the audacity to ask me to let you win?"

"You know how to play Chess, Hubby?" "Hmm. Just a little." Jate smiled. "But beating this joker will be a piece of cake!" What Angela and the audience didn't know was that Jate had learned to play chess since he was young and was especially gifted at it. While he was still in Woods family, Jate used to compete against several top-class professional Chess players and even grandmasters all over the world. Because of his family's influence. In fact, he had never lost a single match, and called him the Prince of Chess.

Seeing the flushed face of the little girl, he smirked in satisfaction. "The price." John embraced Diana's waist, displaying a possessive posture, and glanced at the astonished store owner nearby. "Huh? What?" The petrified man finally regained his senses. Facing John's icy gaze, he trembled and stuttered, "One chess piece costs $15,000. There are 16 white pieces and 16 black pieces in one set, making a total of 32 pieces per set, and there are two sets in total... Please wait a moment while I calculate."

“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.”

"Set up mid-game. With the pieces arranged in an opening. Elara, I do not know chess well, but I photographed it, and I am sending it to you now, because I think you need to see it." My phone buzzed and I opened the image. I looked at the chessboard, at the pieces arranged in their careful sequence, and the cold went all the way through me. Because I recognised the opening. It was the same one. The same bad, senseless, deliberately memorised opening my father had drilled into me when I was ten years old. Celeste had left it on the table like a message. She carried the same key. She knew she carried it. And she had set it out in the open, mid-game, as a sign meant for exactly one kind of pers

I move the chips even though there are quite a few, so I lean in and the gaze of the three men falls on my breasts Noah clicks his tongue inconvenience. You have two seconds to stop looking at her breasts or it will be the last thing you will look at, and I will give the blonde a nice necklace with all your eyes, he said. They look away immediately, their eyes shining with horror, which makes me laugh and Noah winks at me. The last card arrives, the dealer turns it over slowly, the guy from the bottom lets out a curse and he falls defeated into the chair. A king. Noah wins with a Four of Kings against a Full house type.

Chess was just another way to show off how easily he could tear people down—how easily he could destroy me. But this time… this time the stakes were different. I wasn’t playing for pride or fun. I was playing for my kids. “Roman.” His voice cut through my thoughts like a scalpel, dragging me back. I exhaled slowly. “Alright then… chess it is.” I moved toward the table and pulled out the chair. “Oh, determined I see,” Abel said, following me and taking the opposite seat with the same casual arrogance he always carried. “This is going to be fun.”

“Just forget about, it’s a pimple and that’s all I’m saying on the matter.” Nick sighed and then grabbed his phone, “look, you have every right to have fun and explore your options. You’re just 19. Let the past remain the past,” the last words came out quietly and I could see that it still affected him. Heck, even Kai’s smile dimmed.

"I crafted this myself." Jacob placed the gift box on the table and carefully untied the ribbon. He opened the box to reveal a chess set. "I heard you've recently taken an interest in chess. Since you have everything else, I handmade this chess set for you. The pieces are crafted from white and black jade, hand-polished..." Jacob used to be a Rubik's cube enthusiast but had recently developed a passion for chess. Under his guidance, Sunshine, Felix, and Twinkle had also started learning how to play chess.

I picked up the black queen, slipped it into my blazer pocket, and followed Daniel down the wide mahogany staircase. The main hall was alive with the ambient chatter of the afternoon youth group. Marcus was at the center table, demonstrating a classical pawn structure on a demonstration board to five middle-school players. But in the far corner, tucked beneath the portrait of Jose Raul Capablanca, sat an elderly gentleman.