Game Pawn Novels & Stories

" I would treat you like a queen." I clenched my fists. What did the Wellingtons actually take me for? A chess piece. "You underestimate me." I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down under the intensity of his gaze. "I would rather be a pawn than someone's trophy wife." I spat. His jaw ticked, and for a moment, something shifted behind his eyes. Something darker, less amused. But it was quickly masked. He grabbed my chin, tilted my face to his and sniffed me like a freaking bloodhound.

They both burst into laughter. After a few minutes of silence, Garvin's iPhone ringtone broke the boredom. He picked it up and it was Grace, their housekeeper. His uncle was back and he needed to be back in the house in fifteen minutes. Garvin said his goodbyes to Annabel and left. On his way to his Car, in the darkest corners of Anna's street, "Aquaman!" An unfamiliar edgy voice called. The dashing devil was leaning in front Garvin's car in three piece black suit. "Nice ride! Mind if I hop in with you?"

"White. Your move." Rhea took a pawn, running her fingers over the smooth curve. "You think too much, Alpha. And you underestimate. A deadly mix." She advanced her king's pawn two squares. "E4." Kai's lips curled, a small, nearly imperceptible smile. "Ah, the standard opener. Predictable but effective. Or perhaps, simply. safe." He copied her play. "E5." "Safety is also a harbinger of strength," Rhea replied, moving her knight. "Knight to F3."

He looked up at me then, his eyes sharp. “You say it’s not a game,” he continued. “But it is. Good versus evil. White versus black.” He paused. “Some people are pawns,” he added. “And some are kings.” “Which are you?” I asked. He considered that. Then smiled. “I was a pawn,” he said. “But I reached the end of the board.” He leaned closer. “I can be anything now.”

said James Miller, looking down at Becky. "Hey pawn slave!" he shouted once more because Becky didn't answer. "You talking to me?" she looked up in surprise. James Miller snorted, he pushed Paul's shoe towards her with his foot. "Put this on!" he snapped. Becky looked up, surprised, not expecting someone like James Miller to do such a thing to her. James Miller crouched down, he brought his face closer to her and whispered, "I didn't tell you to wear those shoes because I care, but I did it because I don't want you to dirty my expensive car with your dirty feet..."

"Fine." I moved my seat to the table closely and looked at the board. I own the white players while he owns the black players. "You go first." He said with a smile. I just want to wipe that smile off his face but I have no choice. I took one of my pawns and made two steps forward. "Simple start." He commented as he took out his knight. I brought out another pawn and like that, the game continued. "You are good at it." He said as he checkmated my king.

She dropped them on the dining table and sighed, "You two are playing." I sat down at the table after Roxy finished setting the board with the help of Daniel. "Black or white?" I asked. "Visitors first," he said turning the board so the white pieces were on my side. I picked up my pawn and set it two blocks from its starting point. The game began. As we played I really saw how and why he actually was a grandmaster chess player, but there were times where my moves would get him to think for a moment. He took away my last pawn on the board and it was a draw. Both of us only had our most important piece on the board.

“I warn you, I’m good. Learned from my grandpa.” “Go first,” I say. She moves a pawn forward two spaces. “Your turn, alpha boy.” I counter with my pawn. We play slow at first. She chatters the whole time. “So, this Tessa. She your ex?” “Mate,” I say, taking her pawn. “Mate? Like soulmate? Cute.” She captures my knight. “Check.” I move my bishop. “Not check.” She frowns, stubborn. “Damn. You’re good.”

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

“Notice something, Kaya. Every time, we play. I begin by moving the lowest of my players, the pawn. It’s the most useless, but it sacrifices parts of itself until it continues moving and moving and moving, many of which are dying along the way. Maybe parts of it. Should it not give up? But what have you sensed there? There is a determination; there is a persistence; there is a focus; there is a patience; there is a belief; there is no doubt; and lastly, there is a fear in its heart. Not the fear of losing, but the fear of not winning.” I raise my brows there and say, “Um, what’s the difference there? Lose, not winning, there’s no difference.” His smile grows as he pinches the bridge of his n