Game Pawn 소설 & 이야기

"Kyara… what did you—" Before he could continue, the earth beneath the obelisk burst apart, allowing blinding light to stream forth. A person appeared, its body shrouded in shadow and flame. "Well done," it replied, with a low, mocking purr. "The pawn finally learns to play." Eric moved in front of me, using his body as a shield. "Stay back," he hissed, his claws prepared. The creature chuckled, sending cold through my veins. "Oh, Alpha, you do not comprehend. "She is already mine."

‘She hasn’t sung yet. I placed the each color of the king, queen, bishop, knight, and rook in their respective spots on the board. Moving the black queen forward two spots, I grabbed a white pawn and set it in the rank in front of it, in the capture position. That was the new move. Looking at one of the black knights, I placed it on its side. That was done. I looked back at the hatch for a moment. He was still a wild card on what he would do next but I didn’t need to move him anywhere.

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.

“What's in it for you? You're a pawn in Alpha Devon's game, so you're only here so he can get his rewards.” He pointed out, and that made her smile also, and that stunned him. “And you've forgotten, once the pawn reaches the opponent's territory, it has the opportunity to become any of the high-ranked chess pieces.” She reminded him, and this stunned him. “Wow. Quite impressive.” He clapped gently before leaning back into his chair. “I never thought you could impress me, little tigress.” The nickname made her look at him with a cringy expression. “So what's in it for me?”

His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. For a moment, we stood there, drinking each other in or unsure if we should take this route. My heart began beating so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if he was able to hear it. His hands reached my body, relearning every curve. "Wait," I gasped, pulling back. "Protection?" He groaned, forehead resting against mine. "Right. Yes. Of course." He set me down gently, fumbling with his wallet. I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet.

He declared as he paced with a sinister smile inscribed on his face. "You see, I'm playing a game which you happen to be part of." He paused, his eyes deeply gazing at hers. She found them beautiful yet were overly terrifying. "My Pawn." "Whatever idiotic game you're planning is definitely not my business. Let me go!" Alisha hissed. He laughed. One so mocking. "Do you play Chess?" He questioned. She frowned, choosing to play mute. He started to walk about again. "You see, many people think that the Pawn is the least important piece but only few know it's true worth."

I needed to have my eyes and ears in Damon's house, a pawn I could use in dire times. I hadn't ordered him to initiate contact tonight, so if he did, it must have been something important. I waited a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear and opened the piece of paper. It simply read, “I believe something is up with your guest, sir.” I immediately understood he was referring to the woman I had brought here. I turned to my guards and signaled one of them to come closer, “Go get me that woman,” I ordered, and understanding who I was referring to, he nodded and went out immediately.

, he adds, showing surprise. “When a piece, even if it is the least offensive, like the pawn, is well positioned, it becomes the key to a turnaround in the game and... as in the case of our game today, it was worth a victory.”, his eyes widen. emphatically and gestures with his hands around the board. "You're right. Your simple pawn made me lose a game that, technically, I already considered won, taking into account that I had captured all the powerful pieces you had...”, admits the student with a defeated look.

I knew he was fibbing. The jackass was a sore loser. We had played three games of chess and he had lost every single one. We were in the fourth round and Luciano was trying to come up with ridiculous and very untrue rules concerning the game. "Seriously," he defended. "The pawn can become the queen as long as it's in the last three rows." I leaned forward to flick his forehead and shook mine in disapproval. "Liar. That's not how it works." "That's how it does!" He yelled. "And if that's not how it works, then I don't want to play any longer."