From Pawn To Queen Novel Novels & Stories

Unlike what a majority thought, Ema Claw was much more than a software company. My eyes caught sight of a frail female figure advancing towards me and a gentle but wicked smile played at the corner of my lips. I looked to my watch. It was exactly 9am. Why was I not surprised? My pawn had arrived just on time. I saw her look at me with pained eyes which I shrugged off. "Take a seat" I said and I saw her bite her lips in hesitation but sit down eventually. "You look rather worn out bitch. Seems this week was a bit tough for you?

’ Her fingers brushed lightly against her forearm, almost absentmindedly. She shut her eyes for a moment, ‘Dee… you're the goddamn queen on this chessboard. And she?’ She opened her eyes, a cruel smile curling at the corner of her lips. ‘She's just a pawn. She was never on my level… and she will never be!’

Tears came to her eyes as she looked at it, but she tried hard to control it and asked Bishop Eloise, keeping her voice normal, "Whose room is this?" "Yours, ours, from today we will both stay here," Bishop Eloise said, looking into her eyes and smiling while bringing her inside. "No, I can't stay here. The relationship between the queen and the maidservant begins with command and ends with service. You are the Bishop who rules the Dark Shadow Coven, and I am just a Pawn who works for the same coven. The one whose job is to keep things in the coven at their perfect place. How can I forget my own place?" She freed her hand from hers, saying, "If you are being kind that I have cut my hand in y

That stole all my interest. "Uhh... Sir Konstantin. Why are you thanking me?" "Hmm... It motivated her to be better, I guess? Reyna hasn't gone to school for half a decade now, and since your rejection, she has considered it." I affected her that much?! But... it's for the better. Anyways... It's about time to start phase two! This is where Kings, Queens, and pawns are decided! I apologize in advance to Sir Konstantin and his squad. They'll be my pawns, along with Reyna... The entire police corps are my pieces, and I'm the king... yeah, right.

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

They were all going to be laid back and he would be the one doing the dirty work. "Join us now or forever become misrable Carl!" Sofia stated one last time. Carl looked at each men and then at the board and knew that his position was at the front of Sofia. The reason for this he already deduce was because there were other pawn like him out there but he was the special pawn; the posionus pawn, the queen's pawn. Once he fully stepped into the board, he took one last look at Sofia, who nudged him to step forward and he eventually did.

“Get in place. Meredith saw a missing pawn and assumed she must belong there. She looked around at the board and the knight leaned in her direction and told her to get the queens crown from the other side as quickly as possible. Meredith nodded and the game began to move in accordance. Meredith wasn’t sure how but she knew when to move and when not to. Somehow she made it to the other side and was crowned the white queen. She turned around to face the board and saw the white king was Brayden dressed very royally in a white decorated military jacket and an elaborately decorated crown with diamonds set in silver. Besides him was the real white queen. Meredith stared at the White queen that sto

The first thing I think to myself as his words sink in me is ‘what the fuck is he talking about’. What pawn? What revenge game? I feel the dots are staring me right in the face and I can't just seem to connect them. The confusion must be evident on my face because right now, it's Adrian that's laughing and not me anymore.

Inside was a chessboard. Every piece was set. Except for the queen. She was missing. A folded note lay beside it: "You forgot who taught you how to play" Elena stared at the board, fury rising in her throat. She crushed the note in her fist. “He wants to remind me I was never the queen”, Damien stepped beside her. “He just made his biggest mistake”, Elena nodded, eyes burning with resolve. “Let’s show him... the queen never needed permission to move”, The board was set.

Survival. He leaned in then, his lips hovering inches from mine, the scent of whiskey and his own potent musk filling my senses, clouding my thoughts. "Your father thought he was sending me a pawn," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, teasing, promising. "He underestimated you. He underestimated us. Now, we’ll show him what a queen can do." The words resonated in my chest, fueling the fire he'd kindled. A queen. Not a princess hidden away, not a bargaining chip. A queen, beside her king, or perhaps one who could stand alone if needed.