Fnv Kings Gambit Novels & Stories

As strategies go, I can’t fault it. Unfortunately for the Bratva - which my brother heads - he’s made no secret of the fact that he’ll gut anyone who tries to hurt me. It’s nothing personal, just that I’m the only remaining member of his family and also a valuable chess piece in his organized crime games – a strategic marriage might mean the difference between being friends or enemies.

Moves and counter-moves unfolded on the chessboard like a symphony, each piece a note in the grand composition of the match. As the match neared its climax, Roberick found himself in an unfamiliar position. Lysandra had cornered his king, leaving him with limited options. The pressure was on, and the court watched in breathless silence. In the end, it was Lysandra who emerged victorious, her strategy and foresight proving superior. With a graceful checkmate, she captured Roberick's king, ending the match in her favor. The court erupted into applause, acknowledging her remarkable skill.

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

"I welcome you all to my annual tournament." The King pauses at soft clapping from the crowd. "This year, I added a bonus to the winner of the tourney. Whoever wins as The King's Champion will escort my lovely daughter, Princess Joan, to her betrothed, Prince Pedro of Castile, after the tournament ends." Oh double-shit fuck! We are weeks instead of months away from The Black Death! I tune out the rest of the King's speech, needing to begin devising a plan to avoid the

Bane and fifty heavily armed resistance warriors rushed out from the trees, surrounding our boat with their silver weapons drawn. The scarred general stepped forward, his sharp grey eyes looking past Kaelen to lock straight onto me, then down to the glowing golden mating mark on my neck. Bane slowly dropped to one knee in the mud, slamming his fist over his heart. "My King. My Queen." The fifty resistance warriors immediately dropped to their knees behind him, shouting in unison, "Long live the True King! Long live the Alpha Queen!" Kaelen helped Leo and me out of the boat, stepping toward his former general. "Rise, Bane. The North has fallen, but we are going to take it back."

“It is your utmost honor for my king to work with you. He was willing even to give you the title of Thailand’s Lord! “But you actually dare reject his offer?! What would happen to my king’s reputation then?! “Las Vegas is indeed the territory of Country H, but it is just an enclave! “Nobody can protect you here! “You certainly have a death wish for you to reject my king! “I’ll give you one last chance! Give up and kneel before my king, offer all of your assets as an apology, and only then we’ll let you off the hook!” Fabian chuckled. “I’m the King of Gambling. Why would I concede to such a small nation like Thailand? Aren’t you being a little too cocky? “I refuse the offer.”

You could never let someone know what you were thinking, what you were feeling. "It seems, Brittany has a game of her own she wishes to play." The King's lips turned up in a cruel sneer. "I've accepted of course." I let interest flash in my eyes, and the King's sneer widened. "Ever the gambler." The King noted, his voice amused. "It is a skill of mine, my Lord." I nodded, "I enjoy odds." "And it is your skill I wish to utilize." The King smiled, but there was no friendliness, "Tell me, if Tyler and Brittany were to fight who do you think would win?"

The professor began to summarize the chapter as if telling us a bed time story. "You see, when King found his mate, a beautiful werewolf, Her Majesty Aleyna, she wasn't a pack member. Infact, she wasn't aware of what she was. The King had taken the throne when he was eighteen and had ruled for an year before he found her. His mate was an year younger than him, and even at the age of eighteen did not realize her true potential. She was an orphan and somehow adopted by a human family."

The wall holds. Rubi offered a final, silent salute to the sleeping Minister Lloyd—the defeated King in his private fortress. Rachna’s weapon was fully loaded, and the architect of desire was returning home with the final blueprint of the enemy’s demise. The Brazilian Gambit was complete, secured by a seductive performance in a polka dot bikini, and the dynasty’s global power was now unshakeable.

Derek's POV This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Of all the men in the kingdom, I, the King of Drogomor palace, had to be the first to be mated to the same gender. My jaw clenched as I watched Abigail beam beside her newest chosen omega—Nicolas, that was what I heard her call him. Just a slender boy with wide eyes and pretty features. The irony was enough to choke on. The one person who my wolf had chosen, my destined mate, was the same person my ever bold sister paraded in front of the court as her newest conquest. And no one even blinked an eye.