From Pawn To Queen Novels & Stories

And everyone – Kent, my father, Ivan, Daniel even – they all want me to think that I am, that I am some penny or some pawn. But what I’m starting to realize, through all of this, is that I’m worth much more to them, and to myself, then they’d like me to believe. After all, if a pawn crosses the entire chess board…she becomes a queen. I smirk, slipping my penny into the pocket and quietly leaving the room. I head upstairs to bed, not bothering to say goodnight to anyone.

I suddenly started feeling shaken by the Damon I was seeing. "Are you familiar with the game called chess?" He said smiling, "This is it only that the rules has been tweaked a little.... In this game you mustn't touch your queen if you do, it shows how weak you are...." He shifted his gaze away from me, "I heard your conversation with Xander today about you wanting to have a child for me.... I will have you know that everybody are my pawns and I control them, you watched as they all clamour for a peice of my wealth..." "Damon..."

Her gut said someone was back there, and the twisting pit in her stomach was never wrong. A slow smile worked its way across her face and into her eyes. Anita took Lee's hand in hers, "Lee, sometimes a Pawn is enough to change the whole game, and those who ignore its importance are liable to lose their game." Anita pressed Lee's trembling hand from time to time to reassure her. "I may not know them, but I promise I will not let them win."

“Goodluck trying to fight the undead.” I narrow my eyes and lean back, smiling. He’s really good at this, and I’ve only taught him to cheat like a minute ago. But I’ve been doing this since I was old enough to understand the rules of chess. “Nice try, but you see my queen was a neuroscientist before she became royalty and guess what? She’s developed a cure.” He grins, but that’s not all. I continue. “Grateful for being saved from the nightmare of feasting on brains, your once zombie pawns pay allegiance to the kingdom that saved them.” I rotate the pawns and a knight, turning his pieces against him. They belonged to me now.

Black pawn moves automatically and this game seems to have an automatic opponent. I moved the rook to line 3 third white box. The rook moves to the black side line 6 third Black box. Using the rook, I kill the black pawn then the black rook move to kill my white pawn. I moved my queen to where my pawn came from. The black rook on the left side moved forward. I check my white rook, the black queen moves out. It matched my queen and it was my turn to move it then viola! I killed the most powerful piece of black chess.

A thin scar curved along his jaw, turning at the corner of his mouth like the beginning of a secret. I looked away first. Again. I hated that I kept doing that. Kael followed my glance without moving his head. “Eyes are blades,” he said softly. “Point them where you intend to cut.” “I thought we were playing chess,” I said. “We are. Swords, tongues, glances—it’s all the same board.” He castled. The little clink of wood on wood sounded louder than it should have. I touched the queen—not to move her, just to feel the cool smoothness under my fingertip. Everyone always laughed about the queen, the way she can move anywhere, as if freedom were the same as safety. I slid a different pawn forward

The ultimate power play. "The museum director?" Jay asked, capturing the queen. "Is in debt to Rossi the banker for a personal failing his wife must never discover," Rafe said, finally looking up, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He had sacrificed his queen to lure Jay's knight out of position. With his next move, his remaining rook slid down the open file, placing Jay's king in check. "He will be ecstatic to accept the loan. He will put our name on a plaque."

His mind wandered to the beginning days of his paralysis and how frustrated he was at everything then. With a smile on his face, he pulled Elise. “Let’s go!” As they stepped into the lounge, the chess set was exactly where she’d left it, perched on a side table. Alejandro set it up with ease, explaining the basics as he placed each piece in the right order. Pawns in a neat row, rooks at the corners, then the king and queen side by side. His fingers lingered on the queen, his gaze flicking to Elise with a playful smirk. “This one’s you. The most powerful piece on the board.”

Or had he never trusted me at all? "Leah, are you okay?" His voice was laced with concern as he gently pulled me into his arms. I buried my head in his chest, not wanting to speak or respond, feeling abandoned by the world. The constant distrust had made me question if I could ever trust him again. "Am I just a pawn in your plan?" My voice was muffled against his chest, barely a whisper. Zach faltered, then leaned down to press his forehead against mine. "Once you're feeling better, I'll explain everything."

But then came the final blow. Samuel Voss stood. “Tell me, Oliver,” Samuel said, addressing House Phantom’s wildcard. “What happens to a pawn when it reaches the other side of the board?” Oliver blinked. “What?” “A pawn,” Samuel repeated, tilting his head, “when it moves forward enough… what does it become?” There was silence. “A queen,” Oliver answered. Samuel smiled. “Exactly. Which means a pawn can change.” He leaned in slightly. “So what if Lord Aldric was a pawn at first? That doesn’t mean he stayed one.”