Making First Move Novels & Stories

I hadn’t just pushed Iris out of the game — I had forced her onto a board where the floor was rigged to blow. The opening move was mine. Now the monster was awake. And he was already looking for blood.

Looking at the CCTV screen in front of her, the being scoffs as she saw these familiar figures leave the zone. The superior leans forward and reach out for the queen chess piece. "Then, let them make the first move." After saying those words, the superior moved the queen diagonally, positioning it beside the opponent's pawn piece. "That's when we gonna get our checkmate." The superior added as the queen chess piece was diagonally aligned on the opponent's king.

Then— nodded once. “Fine.” Across the circle— her opponent didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched. Waiting. Adrian’s voice came low. Barely audible. “Aria… don’t play fair.” Her lips curved faintly. “I wasn’t planning to.” The man raised his hand. And dropped it. “Begin.” ⸻ The first move came fast. Too fast. The man lunged forward— aggressive. Direct. Aria moved instinctively.

Making a fool out of me, teasing me and yet helping me while pretending not to know me. If all of this is truly a game, Nathaniel had made his first move. I just have to figure out how not to lose.

I can almost see the victory running through his eyes before he even steps up to the plate. How wrong he is... He takes the same stance before me, and we circle one another, waiting for each other to make the first move. That won't be me; I won't make the first move. It's a tactic to make my opponent anxious, and it fucking works every time. Just like now.

Jessie asks innocently, Kai smiles at Jessie, “I think she’s just a little warm, she’ll be fine. I brought the chess set down with me, would you like to play me?” Jessie nods enthusiastically and he puts the box and board down Jessie eagerly sets up the pieces, “Black or white?” She purses her lips, “Black, you can go first.” Smart move for a new opponent, he nods turning the board around and moves a pawn. The game takes a while, and he takes his time getting to know her style too. He looks at Serena once she’s calmed down again,

"I need a break. Sarah, let's grab a drink." Today, Zara was especially thankful for the Schmidt brothers. Yaxley caught the way Stefan spoke, and his eyebrows lifted. "She's a secretary?" He shot a look at Yosef, and it was one of amusement. He tilted his head. "Your turn." Zara took her seat. They shuffled the cards, cut the deck, and flipped a coin to decide who would deal first. Yosef casually played a low spade, not thinking much of it. Zara followed suit with a higher spade and exclaimed, "Got it!" She drew a card from the deck, then confidently discarded one from her hand.

Alice I don’t wait for them to close in again. The moment I catch the shift in their stance, the way their weight leans forward like they’re about to move together, I push off the ground and go straight for the weakest point I marked earlier. If I stand here another second, they’ll tighten the circle again, and I won’t get another chance like this. So I move first.

"You go first?" Thorne asked, glancing at Charlene. Having the first move in a game of chess can be quite beneficial. Charlene initiated contact and didn't say no. Thorne did the same. Their movements were modest and inconspicuous at the beginning. They remained silent, and Charlene scarcely looked at Thorne, who was seated across from her, as she concentrated entirely on the board. After some time, Campbell and Quintin saw that Charlene's approach reflected her calm, steady demeanor. She clearly controlled the game's flow rather than acting impulsively, attacking and defending without hurry.

The man muttered to himself as he contemplated his next move, his gaze flicking towards the house they had just left behind. "I'll find a way in," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "And when I do, they'll regret ever crossing me." With a sinister smile, the man slipped into the shadows, his footsteps silent against the pavement. But as he approached the house, his eyes fell upon an open window, a beacon of opportunity amidst the quiet suburban street. With a silent nod to himself, the man began to move towards the window.