God Chess Novels & Stories

His dominant aura calls out my name, his smouldering gaze holds me in place and his confidence takes my breath away while a more sinister element dares me to try to break away and I lose every time. There's something about my Godfather that I can't quite put a name on that's dark, so dark that everyone around seems to brush it off and act like it's not there. I've pointed it out to my parents and even to Octavious and all he does is chuckle and caress my cheek, before distracting me with something else. After some time, I've just chosen to ignore it and move along like everyone does. It's of course only for a reason that everyone ignores it.

00:45:00 00:44:59 A low, mechanical chime echoed through the ceiling vents, and Gideon Ross's smooth, poisonous voice filled the empty boardroom, laughing softly from the speakers. "Welcome back to the chessboard, Alexander," Gideon purred through the sound system. "You thought catching me in the snow ended the game, but the true master loop has just been initiated. You have forty-five minutes to sign over the total controlling interest to my shadow network, or watch Blackwood Global burn to the ground.”

He just gave a quiet laugh under his breath—the kind that pissed me off even more—and walked out with his friends. The moment they were gone, I exhaled hard. My fists still clenched. My knuckles throbbed like hell. My whole body buzzed with adrenaline and anger—and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint, all tangled together. Mr. Connor’s voice cut in. “You boys better clean up that mess by the pinball machine before you leave. And Gibson—” his eyes narrowed, “—if I see you or Burkhart starting shit here again, you’re banned. Got it?”

I’m certain I’ve never seen that Bobby guy before, but he looked familiar. Tearing my eyes away from the door, I continue to the kitchen. It’s seven a.m., and after eating mac and cheese last night, Archer and I watched the final Harry Potter movie before falling back asleep. He’s still sound asleep in bed, and I didn’t want to wake him. Trying to avoid a queasy stomach, I’m on the search for crackers. I bend down, looking in the cluttered cabinet filled with nonperishables. The floor creaks behind me and thinking it’s Archer, I spring up, box of crackers in hand.

Cheat Codes Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I am a glutton for punishment. Ever since the tender age of fourteen, I knew there was something wrong with me. Because of all the boys in all the world I could go and have a crush on, I fall for him.

Maddox cursed several more times before Meli finally stopped. “Fucking hell, you’re all gone crazy!” He cursed again, for the nth time. They all turned to Kenzie when he shouted, “Drunken Master.” Maddox shot him a deadly glare, wanting to kick him out of the house. Sariel whispered to him, drawing his attention back to her.

But being the big boss that he is, he doesn't see it that way, he thinks Gaston is a failure for not doing his job properly. ***** All those are not hidden from the prying eyes in that room, someone who knew the big boss very well. Don Chavis aka The Don who is the big boss of the Mafia has a past. He may be dangerous and powerful now but to the prying eyes, everything is but a bluff. Don Chavis' real name is Alpha Adam, he was a coward Alpha. Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward.

"Please, don't mind what I said. I was only babbling." I was confused by the sudden words that he told me. There's no way that he's babbling about something so serious. Maybe… I looked at Duke again and found him facing the witch now. Did he mindlink Beta Koby to stop him from speaking? But what does Beta Koby mean by the attacks? And if he really did, why would even Duke need to hide anything from me? Oh, how silly of me! He can't hear us anyway… Right?

Then, he turned on his heel, his long overcoat billowing behind him as he strode back out into the pouring rain, leaving me alone in the dark Cathedral. I let out a ragged, breathless gasp the moment the doors closed, collapsing slightly against the stone altar. My hands were trembling violently. He didn't know. He had no idea his sweet, broken Aria was the masked warlord standing right in front of him. The game was officially on.

"Emma, let's not ever meet again in the next life." Emma finally panicked. "Vince, no!" I turned around and leaped. Down on the ground floor, Bernadette—who had been hiding there smoking a cigarette—stared in stunned horror as I plunged down and landed right in front of her.