Master Chess Romane & Geschichten

Both patiently waiting for the time. That is if there ever would be such a time. "Ah...yes, and don't forget East Gates seems to have the most beautiful slaves and handsome warriors. However, did you do that Xrysos? I envy you." Dominic the firstborn son and the Lord over the House Of Sells business since their father stepped down three years ago. Dominic was also of the same age as Xrysos a great friend and a very fine man. He is married with two sons and the first son was seated alongside his father.

Even Grandmaster Quintan felt the urge to kneel and pay respect to the Stargate. While Master Quintan was admiring the Celestial Stargate, voices came from behind " You seem in a lot of thought Quintan " "No wonder you're getting old with us buddy " "You could have warned us earlier I had almost defeated Julius" "Stop lying, this chess match was going on for hours and you weren't even close to beating me" Master Quintan smiled and looked behind and saw 4 old men walking over to him. They were the other Legendary Grandmasters of Somerland. They are the pillars on which Somerland stands. They contain power beyond imagination.

********* Old Master Smith, while playing chess with Charles, glanced at the kitchen with gratitude, “Charles, Mia is not only capable of handling formal business, she can also cook. It’s hard to find such a good wife. You should treat her well. Do you understand?” Charles smiled, and placed a chess piece, then looked up to his grandfather, “Grandfather, you lost.” “What?!” Old Master Smith looked carefully at the chessboard and swore in annoyance, “You brat! Didn’t you always let me win before? Why not today?” Charles lifted his chin in pride, “Because you are staring at my wife.” “Ha-ha!” Old Master Smith laughed, “Are you jealous of me?” “Yes.” Charles admitted without hesitation, “I am t

I shook my head as the person's steps went towards the door, which was opened slowly. -Well, I present you our bishop. My eyes narrowed towards that other person who analyzed me thoroughly. For a split second I felt that insecurity take over, having a new piece in that game wasn't as simple as it seemed. The caution would now be redoubled. -Bishop? -I believe it's an important piece. And what we need. Don't they say that the bishop is a somewhat fast piece? That if it has a clear path it can have a good advantage? - the familiar person asked while serving some Whiskey.

I'd love for that truth. “Why not? Let's have it.” We moved to the right corner of the room where the chessboard silently laid. “I often use this board as my drawing board. Every day, I come to change my movements.” He laughed. I would have left his drunken a**, but what better way to scoop him off some information if not when his mental state is unstable? “Of course, chess is a giant game. It's not meant for everyone.” As he spoke, each moved his pieces across the 8×8 checkered board.

I asked under my breath. He smiled, wolfish. "First, we get you what you need." He led me toward a shadowed corner where a private table waited, isolated from the rest. In the chaos of the glittering room, it was easy to miss. Perfect for a quiet transaction. As we sat, a dealer appeared a young man with quick eyes and a subtle nod for Dante. Without a word, he placed a small, ornate poker chip on the table. Black. Unmarked. I reached for it casually, pretending to admire its craftsmanship, feeling the slight weight of the micro-recorder embedded inside.

he offered weakly. "What is to not suit me?" she questioned, for the first time since she agreed to marry him not feeling his equal. She again glanced around the room. Lord Chadwick was only one small step from being royalty. Mikail Tane was a famous war hero. Who was she to ... ? She started to cry. Now she knew she had made a mistake in agreeing to marry him. How could she take up the title of Lady Chadwick for the rest of her life?

ill to stop the knight Michael from ending his sentiment, the king stood up with a smile and said forcedly with irony; "Knight knight, if the anger does not subside, then ask for your due forgiveness and withdraw your insult!" -Never sire, but because I want to forgive the impulsiveness of the prince I would like to say something about the boyar he hosts, Mr. Count, he knew for a long time and is a witness not as a traitor, but as a senior eternal , the master by his name is a Spanish robber who for lack of money robbed, killed, and in the meantime learned to wield his sword, came to London with evil thoughts plot your murder and without your knowledge as an ordinary servant he makes up his

The sage said nine was the number of extremes, and by some quirk of fate, the Maquis and Marchioness's real heiress had split into nine. As for why nine— The sage stroked his beard. Not meant to be spoken of, he said. More "real daughters" kept turning up, and plenty of impostors tried to pass themselves off as one of them too. That only made me—the fake daughter who'd grown up under my parents' roof since infancy—all the more precious by comparison. Add in the fact that I had a honeyed tongue and knew exactly what to say, and it made perfect sense that I'd end up their favorite.

” Ericka is astonished hearing such familiar male voice of her elementary Mathematic teacher and she feels inspired to join such a Chess player competition. “Okey, listen first to our guidelines!” The Chess master interrupted explaining, “Each of the Chess players should be well acquainted with how to play Chess. “ He introduces each piece from Pons to King and how to move it to win the games. Ericka is shattered because it is his first time to see such things but because the Chess master is kind and appreciates each one’s uniqueness, Ericka developed self-confidence to try playing Chess. As she started the first move, her opponent with the cheering squad seems so boastfully taunting her bec