Fnv Kings Gambit Novels & Stories

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

“It’s good news isn’t it? Why does everyone look so down?” “Shouldn’t you be asking who challenged you?” Aiden glanced at me. Does it matter? It’s not like I was going to reject whoever it was but then I still asked. “Who is it?” Dad took in a deep sigh, sitting up properly “A beast Gabriella. A malicious beast. I’m afraid this is a part of their plan to eliminate you from the King’s game.”

“Yes my king, I will send it to you this evening,” “Good, anything else?” He asked already ready to start the day. “Yes, your highness, might I say, you have a scheduled meeting with King Sebastian the second, and we can not reschedule,” Patrick reminded not that Lance has forgotten, he knew just how important the meeting was for the king, he needed to build the brand value of the kingdom more, expand on what they already had and build on what they are lacking, five years of hard work and he could say they have done a reasonable work but still, it wasn’t enough, there were still too many poor and average citizens which was worrying and Otano wasn’t even halfway in the global scene, he wanted

I answered. The more it becomes dangerous, the more closer I get to checkmate him. Just like what you said Duke, I will never regret anything. Because I believe that sacrificing is the best advantage in gambling your pieces.

He was too glaring at me, so I looked away. “Father, like a rook, sometimes you’re the perfect asset to victory in this game.” I move my queen. “We can't be sure that the opponent was targeting the king instead of you, father. Checkmate." The Grand Alpha leaned back on his chair. He stared at me quietly, then smiled as he closed his eyes.

Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance? According to the memory cocktail, the Gambler didn’t do too much during the battle royale. He was mostly an observer and didn’t do much during the hunt. Sure, occasionally he would use the luck from dead people to trigger some in-game catastrophe like landslides but he never directly killed anyone. Yet, the body count under his name in the first battle royale put him at rank #60. How scary... Zen was a little cautious about this man because his abilities could inconvenience even the three terrors. This man was a double-edged sword to them, and Zen decided to keep an eye on him for now.

"Buddy, you'd better not gamble with them." Sheldon's expression changed at Frederick's words. He grabbed Frederick's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "These two are reputedly the toughest gamblers in Nova Star. One of them holds the title of the Gambling King, and the other the Gambling Prodigy. Even I don't dare to mess with them. "By challenging them straight away, aren't you just handing them money on a silver platter? Are you trying to be charitable in the gambling den?"

"Elijah, it's asking for a secondary Fischer key! Mira said the bomb detonator in Venice is ticking down right now! We have less than four minutes!" Elijah stared at the screen, his thick silver eyebrows drawing together in deep thought. "A Fischer key... Alexander was obsessed with Bobby Fischer's 1972 Game 6 against Boris Spassky... the Queen's Gambit Declined!" "What was the move?!" Sarah screamed over the sound of the thunder echoing from the street above. "Move 19!" Elijah remembered, his eyes lighting up with brilliant recollection. "19. c5! In algebraic notation... 03-05!"

Niro said sarcastically and smirked slightly. The dealer dealt the cards—two each, face down. Blinds posted, the pot already swelling with their high-stakes tension. Knight raised an eyebrow, pushing chips forward. “Let’s see if your luck with cards matches your luck with women.” Niro’s grin widened. “Luck? Knight, I don’t gamble on luck. I play to win. Just like I’m winning Eleanor’s trust now,” he said seriously.

He followed me around all day, trying to feed me tonics and supplements. He even bought three Immortal Honey Fruits—legendary, priceless treasures said to be the most coveted nourishment for expectant mothers. In my past life, Jacob had only ever let me have half a fruit. How could the impoverished snake clan afford three whole ones? "How did you afford this? I thought the snake clan was supposed to be—" Before I could finish, Draco sat beside me and held a freshly washed fruit up to my lips. "Clarice, who told you the snake clan is poor? Look around our home. From the flooring to the vases—everything here is expensive."