Flowering Heart Chess Age Novels & Stories

Pstar7: “I saw what you did there. Let’s just stick with Pstar for now. So, let’s drop the honorifics, I’m pretty sure we’re the same age.” OMG! We’re the same age? Then we can definitely be soulmates. I took a deep breath and sat up. Me: “Really, I’m a senior.” Pstar7: “Me too. I hope I can get through senior year without losing my mind.” Losing his mind? Was something wrong with him? Me: “What’s wrong, Pstar?” Pstar7: “Nothing to worry about, Jenna. It’s just school stuffs and all.”

He quietly asks. I nod enthusiastically, “Can you play?” He nods. “Wow! That’s amazing, Bai! That’s a very hard game. I think we have a chessboard around here. If I go grab it, would you like to play with me?” For the first time ever I see the glimmer of a smile on Bai’s sweet little cherub face as he nods in reply and my heart soars to think he might be starting to open up. “I’ll be right back and then we can play,” I promise as I get up and go to hunt down a chessboard. I’m actually terrible at chess, but if it helps Bai to relax around me, I don’t mind losing a few hundred games.

I did not respond, for some reason my fear was gone, there was no part of me telling me to run away from the crazy girl in front of me. "You are here because the Queen has a soft spot for the little orphan girl in her heart. You are nothing but a source to control the royals. Our Alpha is smart, why else do you think he let you live in his house? I mean, he was not wrong, was he? King's brother is already here, other packs will be scared of messing with us. In reality, Chessie will be our Luna, you are nothing but a side bitch for Alpha and once he's done with you, you'll be out of our lives like a dead fly," she smiled as she completed the sentence, it was not a normal smile but a wide smil

Max had been playing chess for over 20 years. No one who played chess with him couldn't make it to 30 moves, but Grace was clearly better than him. "Max, you're too kind. My grandfather taught me chess when I was a child. I rarely play chess in my daily life." Max was shocked to hear that. A casual chess player had managed to catch him, a seasoned chess player, off guard. "Ms. Lewis, you're too modest." Grace moved her last chess piece, putting Max in a checkmate.

Although she believed Charlie’s strength still lagged behind Fleur’s, the crucial point was that Charlie was just twenty-eight years old, whereas Fleur, the British Lord, was already four hundred years old. At this rate, Charlie would soon catch up to the British Lord! As she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a bit regretful because, in her opinion, she still had over two years to live. It seemed foolish to dream of witnessing Charlie overpowering Fleur within such a short time period.

I had love for Mena, and for Naty. Naty giggled, her cheeks flushing red. I never wanted her to lose that smile, and that’s why I was willing to eliminate every danger that could ever cross her path—even if it was her own father. We worked on the puzzle together in comfortable silence. Not much had to be said anyway, I just wanted to be there for her. “Can you teach me chess sometime?” "Chess?" I frowned, caught off guard by her request. Since when were six-year-olds interested in playing chess?

Never. +++ “If I win, you’ll grant me a wish,” said the five-year-old boy who’s making a deal with me. I hate kids, but this one is an exception. He’s interesting. He seemed so confident but I’ve been playing for years. A master of chess. “Check,” I said boredly. “Not so fast, mister,” he said as he moved his little hand. I was stunned for a moment when I realized what move he made. “Checkmate.”

But on that table, there was a giant chessboard, with pieces set up for a game. I walked closer, admiring the intricacy of the board and remembering the two chess pieces I had found in Lachlan’s bedroom. They obviously weren’t from this set as these weren’t crystal. These pieces were made of polished oak wood, even the smallest of piece— a pawn was as big as my finger. "You play?” I asked. Olezka leaned against the table, looking at me with a half-smile. “Yes. Do you know how to play?” I grinned back, a challenge lighting up inside me. “Let’s find out.”

He carefully carved and sanded each piece until it was perfect, then he stained it. He was proud of the chess set. It was the most beautiful set he had ever seen, and he couldn't wait to give it to Coal. And what better time to give it to him than during their weekly chess game, which just so happens to fall on the anniversary of when Coal saved him. The Alpha knocks on the door of Coal's office. His excitement gets the best of him in the form of impatience, and he opens the door. His eyebrows knit together when he finds the doors locked.

In the end, he turned to leave. Noelle was playing chess with Fred Lowe, Quentin's grandpa, downstairs. He was over 80 years old and had a head full of white hair. Despite his old age, he had good vision and could hear well. He was also as playful as a boy. He chatted with Noelle to distract her while he cheated at chess. He'd even secretly shift the pieces they had already put down. Fred proudly declared at the end of their match, "It seems your chess skills haven't improved one bit, little girl!"