Luxury Marble Chess Sets Novels & Stories

He said and simply leaned closer to me as if he would hug me but in one swift move, he got the gift. “Careful! It might break,” I said. “Oh… alright,” he said, looking so excited to open it. “Can I?” “Go on,” I said, an excitement forming inside me. He opened the box and… “No way…” he said, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I love it. Thanks, my love.” I felt his warm hand caressing my cheek while looking at the new set of glass chess. I bought it customized like medieval pieces but made of high quality glass.

Though, I’m not sure that was what he was referring to. Doesn’t matter. He leaves me and I sip some more as I inch farther into the well-appointed room, clearly the sitting area. A nice blaze is crackling in the fireplace and there are two sofas and several chairs and accompanying tables. A chess set. Christ. Why do eccentric people always have chess sets at the ready?

A rocking chair from a shop in Brooklyn that Amara had researched on her phone while ostensibly making suggestions about the bookshelf. And one other thing. “I want something of my father’s in here,” I said. Into a small pause in the conversation. “Not a photograph we’ll have photographs. Something he made or used. Something specific.” The room was quiet. “He had a chess set,” my mother said. “Handmade. He bought it in a market in Lagos before we were married. He kept it his whole life.” She paused. “He was going to teach your children to play.” I held that.

The marble floors inside were imported from Carrara, inlaid with rose-gold patterns that shimmered with every step. Overhead, handcrafted chandeliers dangled like captured constellations, each crystal sourced from remote mines and cut with surgical precision. The pool deck alone was bigger than some luxury resorts. An open-air lounge with temperature-controlled tiles, cascading waterfalls, and underwater speakers that played symphonies composed exclusively for the owners. Even the bar—curved, multi-tiered, made from fossilized wood—was stocked with whiskey older than several family dynasties. And tonight, some of the wealthiest, most powerful, and most dangerous people in the world were gath

Thankfully, Gabriel and Caleb are there to save the day by distracting Teddy with more questions about the impressive architecture. There is a chess set out on display. I stare, working out who is winning, when I recognize that symbol of the intricate sun again on the king and queen on the gold pieces. The silver ones have a similar symbol. The moon … Selene and I notice far more silver pieces have been removed from the table. Including both knights. Is that meant to represent Luca? As I study the board, the gold pieces closing in, I realise they are one move away from moving into check.

“Are these hand-carved?” “Yes, each chess piece is done by hand,” I tell her, letting her explore each piece. “The board’s walnut and beech, and the pieces are ash and black oak. I thought about getting a stone board, but I decided a folding board so that you can store it or take it with us wherever we go would be more appropriate. It’s an important gift for me, both in the actual chessboard and in the admission that I want to go wherever this woman is. Hailey caresses each piece before closing the case and looking up at me through those beautiful mile-long lashes of hers.

I probably shouldn’t but… “Do you play Chess?” He asks suddenly, startling me. “I know the moves but that’s about it.” “Follow me.” He leads me to the center of the study where a large table is. In the middle of the table is a chessboard that looks like it was carved from marble. The pieces themselves are shiny ivory and look expensive enough to pay my salary. “Everyone knows how powerful the lead pieces are,” he explains as he begins moving the king and queen, “But they’re not the most powerful.”

But on that table, there was a giant chessboard, with pieces set up for a game. I walked closer, admiring the intricacy of the board and remembering the two chess pieces I had found in Lachlan’s bedroom. They obviously weren’t from this set as these weren’t crystal. These pieces were made of polished oak wood, even the smallest of piece— a pawn was as big as my finger. "You play?” I asked. Olezka leaned against the table, looking at me with a half-smile. “Yes. Do you know how to play?” I grinned back, a challenge lighting up inside me. “Let’s find out.”

I had never in my life seen such a blatant display of wealth, and I hoped I never would again. I thought with longing of the quiet elegance of the villa, thinking of how much wealthier Zane actually was than Alpha Malo and grateful down to my bones Chloe hadn’t ended up being his daughter instead. Zane looked at his watch and sat. I sat opposite him over a chessboard carved in jade, onyx, and what I really hoped was bone and not ivory. We both sipped slightly at our champagne and set our half-full glasses on side tables, finding space between all the museum-quality brick-a-brac.

Yet now, Steven entered again, leading over a dozen royal servants, each carrying a lacquered tray. One by one, Steven unveiled the items, introducing them as he went. "Your Majesty, this is an iridescent brocade, so rare that even within the palace, it is nearly impossible to obtain. "This chess set—black pieces carved from black opal, white pieces from the finest white jade—took three years to complete and is worth a fortune." Even Maya, who had been in the palace for years, rarely witnessed such an extravagant display. But when she looked at Wendy, why was there not even a trace of a smile?