God Chess Novels & Stories

"Or did you start falling in love at first sight with her?" Kenzo laughed sarcastically while moving other chess pieces to fight Matteo. "Your jokes are hilarious, Matteo. I'm not going to fall for that bitch." "And I just thought, if I killed her right away, it would be unattractive." said Kenzo, again. "What do you mean, Kenzo?" Kenzo smirked, then he put out his cigarette by pressing it in an ashtray. "I just wanna play with that bitch." Matteo looked at Kenzo, intensely. His friend looks like he is keeping a million mysteries. "What are you going to do, Kenzo?"

All the chesses will be played by tommorow so he had to be prepared. Lin Zoe also will be present and will have report any stalking or possible aggression she may have done to her. Any clue will be sure to make her stay in prison for good. The car had stopped and was parked inside the garage. Shen brought her in and she went in the bathroom to take a bath. As she finished bathing she quickly hushed in the bed and covered herself with the blanket. Zoe was tired and only kept trying to close her eyes, thinking all what happened was just a dream.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

"That's called understated elegance. Designer chic at its finest!" "Mr. Stuart, it's me, your old back-row buddy from high school. You're something else now." The bootlicking surged, more saccharine than their earlier worship of Zach. Amnesia conveniently erased their prior venom toward me and my family. Zach's complexion drained to ashen, his benevolent job offers now a punchline hanging in the air. Shannon, snapping from her shock, tightened her jaw and finally broke her silence. "Troy, you've outdone yourself."

His mask nearly slipped. Draven’s eyes were locked on him, watching, calculating. James’ expression went blank for a second, too blank. A fraction too long. Then he blinked and lowered his gaze, hiding the storm inside him. “I am Garrick, my lord. Your faithful servant.” Draven stared at him, unconvinced. “Then act like it,” he said coldly. “No more whispers of compassion. No more softness. You pamper them, they rise. They rise, they build hope. Hope leads to rebellion. And rebellion… leads to death. Our death.”

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.