Making First Move Novels & Stories

He says. I snort before covering my mouth as he gives me a blank stare. “Sorry,” I say quickly so he won't change his mind “I’m only playing the chess game with you because I want to show you I can win over you.” He says shutting his laptop “Of course,” I say with a grin. “Make your move.” “You first.” He says relaxing in his chair. I shrug making the first move.

Either way, I sat on the seat across from him, and the game began. Aaron took the black piece, while I took the white piece. I strategized everything before taking the first action to move my Pawn two tiles. We continued playing in silence. Every movement of our pieces was calculated, and I could tell that Aaron had mastered this game for years. He cleverly managed to trick me into devoting too much energy to my attack and suddenly pushed forward with a stronger one of his own. And now, I am being flanked and losing the game. While thinking about my next movement, I lifted my eyes and looked at Aaron, who hadn’t looked at me ever since the game began.

“Alright, allow me to change. I will be back to start the first lesson.” The wolves bowed and I left them. Joyfully, I strolled to my room. For the first time, I was going to be part of an actual fight between wolves and I had a secret card. ********* “This Is the basic move. You need to master this first before you enter into the main ones. The basic move is for defense. That will be pretty much, for what we will be teaching you is to engage for a while since you need to hold out long enough for us to free the boys and General Thorson and then send a signal to the men to invade the City.”

I know the importance of each decision—how with each turn of mine the balance of the board is changed. The knight appears a viable choice, a chance to overturn HIS game. But glancing up, HIS eyes catch mine, and for an instant there is a flash of something that causes ME to hesitate. And then, at last, I make MY move. The knight leaps forward, its path a confident arc around HIS pawns. Confidence overflows ME. HE does not hesitate, does not even blink. HIS bishop sweeps across the board, captures MY knight with an ease that is almost effortless. Frustration catches in MY throat, but I swallow it. I cannot afford to lose my focus now.

"Nah, I totally got this." Suddenly there was a swell of demonic aura and Wound's teeth gleamed as he smiled and said, "A dangerous way to play, assuming you know everything. I hope it doesn't come back to pull your tail." Jinx looked at a simple board with circles and squares and dumped out his tokens which were little white paw prints. He started plotting his opening setup. Once a piece was placed you couldn't move it in the initial set-up again. That way no one could change their initial formation. It was the first step against cheating.

He said as he made the first move. This round, he won. It turns out he used the first round to learn about my moves and my skills about the game. "I won this time." He relaxed. "Why did you like this particular game?" I asked him. "Let's go another round before I answer you." He said. "Okay." I accepted his idea. Axel arranged the board and after the board was ready, I made my first move. The game was so interesting and I was completely into it that I forgot my worries about Irina.

He looked at me annoyed, he’s starting to get angry. “Why do you keep on doing this to me?” I asked without hesitation. I badly wanted to know the reason. His jaw tightened, he was calming himself. “Andrea.” He called me by my first name. When Calvin starts to call me by my first name it’s a sign that he’s already mad and deadly serious. “I don’t want to fight with you, I want us to be okay.” He said firmly. I shot him a glare. “Then act like you’re my boyfriend,” I yelled. I was keeping it together but I felt like I wanted to avenge all my resentment on him.

“Play.” Ayla hesitated. Then sat. And moved her first pawn. Lucian smiled, just slightly. “You’re beginning to understand the game.”

I didn't think I could​ make it‍ up t‍he stai‌rs wi⁠t⁠hout my kn‌ees giving out. We moved in​ s⁠ilence for the‌ first few turns.‍ I⁠ tried to f⁠ocus on the ivory piece‍s, but my h⁠ands were shaking. I moved a pawn. He countered i‍nstan‌tly‍, his‍ movements aggressive and fast. “You’re‍ thinking about i‌t,”⁠ h‌e sa​id. He moved a knight.

“We’ll see just how much that confidence holds up when you’re face down in the dirt.” She lifted her chin. “I’d like to see you try.” My lips twitched, fighting a smirk. This was going to be fun. “Alright then,” I said, stepping back and cracking my knuckles. “Let’s begin.” Daisy took a steadying breath as I circled her, rolling out her shoulders, shifting her stance. Her fingers twitched, ready, waiting. Good. “First rule,” I said, my voice slow, measured. “Never let your opponent have the first move.”