Fnv Kings Gambit Novels & Stories

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

Or rather, a forced sperm donor. “I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy. “Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.”

She will not allow that to happen! “Princess Ameerah, I am the Alpha Pharoah and I need to protect our Kingdom. Who would even thought that there would be someone who would come out alive after the game? No one did that from the start that we had this ‘Games of Fangs and Death’. Such a lucky man huh!” Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game.

Ethan, Georgia, and Vivaan were standing in between the other mafias and were smirking after hearing their talks. “They have no idea that their dreams will be shattered, brutally,” Ethan said, on which Georgia and Vivaan chuckled lightly. “Hello to all,” Seb said, and all stopped their talking. “Today, you all are here for the crowning ceremony of the next British King and the King of Kings,” the moment these words left Seb’s mouth, one mafia king of some other region said, “King, how can you say that? Bennett Theodore Knight is not the true heir for the next King of Kings title. He had to fight with the others if he wants that title,” many others also agreed with him and said the same.

I nodded, my throat tight with both fear and victory. The phone was cheap, disposable, but to me it was priceless. I sank onto the bed, fingers flying over the screen. I couldn’t risk plain words. King’s men would read everything. So I wrote in code. A story only Liam would know. I reminded him of that night on his balcony, when I told him about the old chess set my mother gave me, and how he taught me that the queen was the most dangerous piece on the board because no one expected her to move so freely. He called it the Queen’s Gambit.

Ned was obviously displeased with the answer. On the other hand, Ned's valets could certainly tell from Ned's tone that he was biased against Frank and quickly started circlejerking, but not without a hint of jealousy. "Oh, it's fine, Mr. Janko. The kid won't even last ten blows." "Exactly, that's what I thought." "I mean, the Four Kings are quite famous in South Morhen, right?" "They're brothers too. With their bloodline connection, the combat ward they cast would buff them up exponentially."

The trap he had spent months building was already completely shut. Slowly, I walked toward the table. My legs felt hollow, my skin cold despite the heat of the fire. I stopped at the edge of the wood and stared down at the document. There it was. The second line. Princess Elara Rovin. The name of the sister who was currently dancing in the capital, celebrating her new Alpha mate, completely unaware that the man who had orchestrated her victory was standing in this tent, waiting for me to take her crown. I reached out.

The storm has trapped us here, cut off the couriers, and silenced the frantic energy of the Keep. “That’s aggressive,” I note, studying the board. “Sacrificing your bishop?” “It’s a gambit,” he says, leaning back on his hands. “If you take the bishop, I take your queen. If you don’t take the bishop, I take your rook. Either way, you lose a piece of clothing.” “Those are not the official rules of chess.” “They are the official rules of Storm Chess,” Kieran corrects. “I am the Alpha. I legislate.”

she asked not looking at Alford. He let out a heavy sigh and scrubbed his free hand through his curls. “I hate thinking about that,” he said, his voice thick with irritation. “Each generation of kings signs a new peace treaty with the other galaxies. It has been common tradition since King Dominic to take a princess, or prince in some cases, from one of the other galaxies to not only secure the treaty, but also strengthen the alliance with that galaxy.” “Is that why Shiros is so quick to come to our aid?”

' Or so he thought they had. "Brother Clad, I have a favor to ask you." "..." Walking towards the inside of the palace, there are no such guards to be seen. As if some of them hide in fear. 'How funny, so this is what the cavalry knights of Voneveir are? Just some bunch of weaklings' "If we ever meet Allan...” Clad halted for a moment. That name he just heard—he despises it more than he ever thought he would. “I mean... The King, I mean..."