Human Chess Pieces 소설 & 이야기

He was hunched over a chessboard, eyes fixed in deep concentration. Carlos was dressed casually, looking more like a man who had just taken a bath rather than a royal. His robe hung loosely, revealing broad expanses of skin. One hand held a chess piece, while the other stroked his chin thoughtfully. On the board, only a few black and white pieces remained. The game was nearing its end, though Carlos seemed to be struggling with his next move. "Move the white pawn to d3. It will put the black king in checkmate," I said, unable to hold back my observation.

Small enough to vanish in a thief’s pocket but sharp enough to crown a corpse. A white queen. A harmless chess piece. Real ivory, not the synthetic kind used to fool pretentious rich boys in Manhattan hotels. This old piece had seen things. A faint scratch down the crown, like it had been slammed once in the middle of a bad move. I didn’t touch it. I just stared at it, thinking mafia rituals were invented not for nothing. I needed to see it. I needed to feel like an old queen that had seen worse things that her murder plots.

He pushed a door opened and I was surprised, I hadn't seen this place in this house, we entered and I knew why I hadn't seen it. There were all kinds of weapons for torture and slow death. Chains, knives, scissors, a shocker, axes… they were many and only a single chair and table stood in the middle. “I came home with a guest and saw you doing exactly the same thing that landed you here, in my humble home”, he said letting me go and shutting the door. He had seen me. “I'm sorry…” “I would never apologize, toy. Don't dare me!” He growled and I nodded. “I would never nod like a scared cat”. I said nothing so as not to enrage him.

Every servant, every employee, every familiar face suddenly became someone we could no longer trust completely. Before anyone could respond, another guard hurried toward us carrying a transparent evidence bag. Inside rested a single black chess queen. The small carved piece looked strangely elegant beneath the harsh emergency lights, yet something about it made my stomach twist with unease. Adrian accepted the bag without speaking, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the plastic. "Do you recognize it?" I asked quietly. His gaze remained fixed on the chess piece for several long seconds before he finally nodded. "Years ago Cassandra insisted that every negotiation between us be

Under the breathless gaze of thirty pairs of eyes, my finger leisurely scrolled through the betting interface of the internal app, decisively placing a wager on the 1:100 option. A dirty game of probability, and I had just personally activated the very first chess piece.

Cathy nodded in response, Carter smiled and rubbed a handful of Cathy's head before turning towards the front door. Now only Cathy, Old Mr.Melville, and Kyle were left in the house, after the grandparents and grandchildren had finished their breakfast they went to the living room, the living room had been set up with a chess table. Cathy was a little bit excited, she had never been exposed to chess before, and she was a little bit curious to observe the pieces on the board, she found out that those chess pieces were wooden, she didn't know what kind of wood they were made of. It seemed to have a very good luster and a soft sheen, and it looked like it felt good in the hand. "Cathy, so now I'

We stared into each other's eyes and even with the silence, I could hear Gwen's heart beating fast as her breathing became erratic. I always knew Gwen's loyalty to me was more than just admiration and if she wasn't important, I would have evicted her in a painless manner. "My lady." Gwen's smooth voice had me breaking the contact as I stood up, grabbing a pawn piece. "What is the most powerful piece in a game of chess?" I asked as I walked to my window and stared down. Father was talking to a messenger boy as I faced Gwen who was seriously thinking as she stared at the board on my desk.

Hades I looked down at the chessboard through my glasses, the faint reflection of black and white pieces staring back at me. My sleeves were rolled up, the cuffs creased, my tie long gone and forgotten somewhere in the room. My hair was a mess, fingers having dragged through it one too many times as the game dragged on. Calmly, I picked up my black piece and moved it forward. The white piece in its path fell. I removed it from the board without hesitation and set it aside.

MICE PLAY IN THE ABSENCE OF CATS. Same as how the envious smaller gods play in the absence of bigger gods. This part happened somewhere between sacred nights and mornings. "The Montenegro child has already shown up." A young man gently pushed a pawn across the chessboard. Then, stopping his move right next to the White Queen, he settled the piece and looked up at his competitor. "Oh, she did?" His playmate, an older man in his seventies, countered that move by moving the White Queen to eliminate the pawn.

“Where are my things? As much as I love this dress, I need to change into something more comfortable and homely.” He chuckled, bridging the distance between us. “We are going to have so much fun together, what do you want to do first? Horseback riding? Swimming? Fishing? Human chess?” “Human what?” I gasped, my heart racing. He laughed harder, throwing his head back and all. “Relax Evie, it’s just a game. Instead of actual chess pieces we use humans instead. It’s a role playing game, it’s fun trust me. Kaden, Logan and I played it growing up, in fact it’s one of our favourite games.”