Queen's Gambit Novels & Stories

(BLACK KNIGHT) “THE KING, queen, bishop, rook, pons, and this grand chess game.” With a sinister smile marking her face and the tone of dread and satisfaction that comes with it. She’s looking at the chessboard as the pieces of white and black are arranged accordingly at the start of the game. Taking a piece out of the black as she gently touches the queen’s piece, she asks. “Now, now, now, just who could be this play’s fortunate and unfortunate, one?”

Not that I've felt many good things in life. - The queen is the most powerful piece on the board - I said - Why not use it? I look outside. That's what Margot thinks every time she looks at Angelic. She's the queen of the game, ready to coordinate everything when her father dies, including those diamonds she doesn't even know exist. She's ready for anything, really, but one night in the Bronx.

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her.

she says, reflecting. Months later... Every day since she learned to play, she faces a board competing against herself. On the white side, the mother is frustrated with a crisis in her marriage and business and, on the black side, the queen with drive, technique and confidence in every movement. The monarch won every game and, as time went by, she began to criticize the way Rúbia conducted the game, or as she called it: “the kingdom itself”. It is not uncommon for one or more maids to report hearing different female voices arguing inside the mansion's private library.

I began, holding up a hand, "I need you to understand something." She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You're... this isn't..." She gestured vaguely at the room, at me, at the city sprawling beyond the windows. "None of this makes sense." "I know." "You're an omega." "I'm aware." "Omegas don't, they can't…" She pressed her palms against her eyes, like she was trying to physically rearrange her thoughts. "Omegas are the lowest rank. They're servants. They're…"

At the red line my people had drawn, all its swaps and dead zones, ending at a gray rectangle by the freight tracks where the woman who'd wanted one normal afternoon was tied up and waiting on a man who'd shaken my hand every morning for nine years. "Eight o'clock is his clock," I said. "We're not going to be on his clock." "You're thinking a breach," Darius said. "I'm thinking we go in before he's finished setting up. From the side he thinks is blind, because Vance told him it's blind. Using the exact hole in the net Vance is so proud of. And we take his queen off the board before he even knows the game started." I was already pulling the tactical case toward me, checking a load with hands

“The Crown is not yours. You are reckless.” Zalindra’s eyes narrowed. The flame around her pulsed faster, flickering across the shadows that stretched from the Elders. “I do not presume. I know. And you…” she gestured to the balcony, her voice ringing so that even the lowest guard in the hall could hear her “you will not stop what is already in motion. You will obey me because I am your Queen, not because you fear me. You will obey because it is right.”

Words left her lips after a minute and find it hard to fathom what he just said in her mind. "What do you mean?" Cataleia asked in confusion. "In a chess game, the Queen must be sacrificed for the King to win," Dreygur replied that the Queen he was referring to was Cataleia and he was the King. "But without a Queen, the King cannot win," Cataleia said, unsure of her answer especially since she doesn't play chess and it just so happened that Dreygur used the term in this game where the chess pieces are real people.

The stone burned with an incandescent, hypnotic green fire that captivated every woman in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer announced, his voice booming over the speakers. "The legendary Crown Emerald necklace, mined a century ago and preserved in a private European vault. Bidding begins at three million dollars." Several paddles rose tentatively across the floor. "Three point five million to the gentleman in the fifth row!" "Four million to Lady Vance!" Nicole didn't wait. Eager to show off her family's supposed untouchable wealth, she shot up from her velvet seat, raising her golden paddle high above her head.

How could she be making the same mistake twice? Reaching for the chess board, my left hand brushed her thighs as my right fingers continued to fuck her. She moaned as I took her knight. “That's an inappropriate reaction.” “Fuck you, Colt.” She arched into me, pulling my fingers further in. “I really hope you do.” She smiled at this. “Your turn baby.” I murmured in her ear. She barely glanced at the board before moving her bishop right into the heart of my position, cutting off my queen’s escape and opening a clear diagonal towards my king.