Master Chess Novels & Stories

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

ooOoo The journal, as Ivor had hoped, filled-in practically all the missing pieces in the jigsaw. It told the story of a former world chess champion obsessed with the events surrounding the moment when, in front of all the world, he had turned into a gibbering incoherent wreck and been led off the platform into obscurity. He was totally convinced that the key to everything lay in finding the purest source of his miracle-drug, certain that all the side effects were the result of impurities. A lot of what Yaraslav had to say was pretty irrational and unsettling, but it was at least consistent. He had lost his own chance, he knew that he would never regain the full power of his own mental facul

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

"Oh my god, is that the Chess Lord of Tianzhu? I actually saw him!" "The Master of Chess is here. It's been a long time since I last saw him. He's here in person!" "It's over. The Master of Chess is most protective of his son. That kid from the Sky Country is finished." The Chess Lord of Tianzhu's eyes fell on the chess game, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The Chess Lord of Tianzhu asked, "Are you holding the black or white?" Ami'erhan stood up and said respectfully, "Hand over the white stone."

"All yours." She walks over to dig in her bag as HE stands in the doorway. HIS eyes roam over each curve now revealed as she stoops. Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine, Anatoly Karpov, Magnus Carlsen. HE reads the names of the world's greatest chess players off in HIS mind in attempting to distract HIMSELF from HIS thoughts about KYOLINE.

the club master sighed, his tone admiring. "Your learning ability is so fast; even though I am playing chess with you, I can clearly feel that you are absorbing my chess knowledge through our games. If you already knew how to play chess beforehand, I would have no chance of winning against you. Assessing the strengths and weaknesses, pinpointing the target, and executing a meticulous strategy of deception and gradual advancement—despite the significant disparity in our skill levels, I could not prevent your attack. I have studied chess for fourteen years and have yet to meet a worthy opponent. Miss Miranda, who is just beginning, has shown such remarkable talent that I must concede. Miss Mir

] she wrote hoping he wasn't a sadist Dom or she would have to block his ass immediately because she did not play that way. [I consider myself basically like a nurturing teacher or a guide. I believe in challenging my submissive to be more open with themselves in the bedroom, and I also challenge/teach them to make better choices in life, so you can see me as an authoritarian Dominate. What sort of submissive do you see yourself as?]. Anita liked what she was reading, even if she believed she would like some pain in the bedroom it didn't mean she was a masochist who was into humiliation and sadist play.

Austin asks. "I'd rather not answer that, Your Majesty. You would accuse me of being appropriately biased to myself." "Uh-uh. Should have played with a computer instead of making things too easy for your noggin." Beta glances at Austin, wanting to gauge the man's facial reaction. "Doesn't seem as bad as you make it sound, Your Majesty." Austin scoffs. "You know what they say about Chess?" "Who are they exactly?" "Grand Masters, International Masters. The likes. Say that if you can win against an opponent in a traditional Chess match, then it means you are smarter. So, tell me, Beta, why are you trying to outsmart yourself?"

"You lost!" Derek Alexander looked at it for a while to confirm, but the feeling was not real, he only intended to invite Tadhg Walter to friendly, he did not expect this boy to be able to defeat Kane Smith. King Of Chess God, just like that defeated, if this rumor goes out, it's actually a case of life raising upheaval. Since Kane Smith stepped into the first row to win the chess technique championship, Derek Alexander is not mistaken, this friend always wins, even after retirement, chess force has not decreased, never lost a match.

The way the body reacted when a truth finally stepped out of the dark. She tapped the notification. The screen opened to a single image. Not recent. Not dramatic. A photograph of a chessboard. Midgame. Black pieces. White pieces. A very specific configuration.