Game Pawn Novels & Stories

Gavin swiftly withdrew his chess piece and said, "Wait a minute! I have yet to make up my mind!" Hayden did not buy into his excuse upon hearing about it. "What are you talking about? Mont, you're not going back on your word, are you? It is too late for you to regret your choice!" Gavin replied with an innocent look on his face, "Aren't you aware that my chess piece is not on the board yet? I just lingered through the board and immediately retrieved my chess piece." "That is ridiculous. Didn't you hear that I have already checkmated you? Place your chess piece down! You're bound to lose this round of the game!"

A pawn meant to be discarded when he had made his move. But he got one thing wrong. Even a pawn could take the king.

Kaelen’s head snapped up, his blue eyes burning with a rage so terrifying that even the air around us seemed to freeze. "Hand it over, Lyra," he growled, his voice deep and lethal. "Or I will tear this castle apart with you inside it." Lyra didn't back down. She held the small silver vial higher, her thumb resting on the tiny cork top. "One wrong move, Your Highness, and I drop it into the snow," she warned, taking a careful step backward. "The glass breaks, the poison consumes her, and your precious Pawn dies in your arms within two minutes."

“Shall we play chess now?” “Okay.” He put the chessboard on the table and we started putting our pieces on it. He asked me to turn first. “You should move the pawn in front of either the king or queen two squares forward. This opens pathways for your bishops and queen to enter the game. They move on an angle and can’t get out onto the field of battle if pawns are the way.” “I understand…”

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?

He could feel a monstrous wave of emotions surging in his heart because he lost the game! Zayn made a move that restricted all his possible pieces. The pawn revolted and overthrew his kingdom successfully, it was time to checkmate the opponent’s king! One should know that Paxton ruled over the chess game world for decades and he had never lost a game before. On the other hand, he had actually lost to the young man before him. “It’s your turn, Sir Ares,” said Zayn smilingly. Paxton shook his head and said, “No need for that. I’ve already lost.”

I said, in a bit to change the subject as I pulled my hand from his grip. ‎“Sure, which color pawns do you prefer; black or white?" He offered. I swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. Selecting the pawns was the easy part. Playing the game was the real problem. I have never played chess in my life, I don't even know where to begin. ‎“How about we play something different together?" I suggest, trying to boy cot that dreadful game. ‎“Different?" ‎“I was thinking Pocker," I confessed, my expression doubtful.

“Play.” Ayla hesitated. Then sat. And moved her first pawn. Lucian smiled, just slightly. “You’re beginning to understand the game.”

Sarah said in a chirpy tone. She was not looking the same Sarah of a few minutes from any side who was gloomy, silent, and annoyed, but now thrilled just after a few minutes like nothing happened before. "How?" Stella come up from her shock first and asked first to know how did she avenged. "See Stella, these blue pawns are Carol's paws, yellow pawns are Ronald's pawns, the green one is yours and the red one is mine, and these are winners, too." Sarah suddenly behaves like she won a gold medal.

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.