Rose Atwell Chess Novels & Stories

“No problem, my daughter, I'm about to leave already.” “No, no, no. Since you came, you haven't spent time with me, your daughter.” “Oh! My angel, please, I will some other time.” “No, dad, I disagree.” Rosa said, scowling. “Okay, okay. I will spend a little time with my angel.” “Dad, I will win soon.” “You know, you can't beat a prof like me when it comes to chess.” Dad smirked. “Really, dad, I'm GenZ you know.”

Three days of preparation condensed into one smell that meant Christmas and Tacoma and the Bennett family's specific version of safety. Elara's mother appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter and then hugged me, which she'd started doing in the second year without announcing she was going to. We sat in the living room, the four of us, the way we sat on these visits now. Thomas had a chess board set up. "I've been waiting," he said to me. "James said you had something to show me." "A Ruy Lopez opening. Standard but the variations are instructive." "I'm ready."

“Let them play their move first.” Reid and Luca shared a glance. Their eyes were full of uncertainty about the storm that was coming, but their faith in their Don remained unshakable. * Rosa and Renzo had just finished their final game of chess. Renzo had won twice, and his face was lit up with pure joy as he helped Rosa gather the smooth wooden pieces into their box. Placing a black knight into the tray, he looked up with innocent curiosity. “Mommy, was Daddy’s mommy not good to you?”

I took a step back and let them have it. Back at the main chamber, I found Schnell with Bob. They were—of all things—playing chess. With magnetic pieces. On a stolen Control board. “He’s cheating,” Schnell said without looking up. “You’re using equations to optimize your pawn structure,” Bob countered. “I call it even.” They both glanced at me. “Didn’t peg you two for bonding time.” Schnell grunted. “We are not bonding.” “Not in ze slightest,” Bob said at the same time.

“This house is full of ghosts. You’ll go mad if you spend too much time alone.” She lowered her eyes, pretending to study the book in her hands. “I like the quiet.” Luca leaned against the edge of a nearby table, watching her. “Quiet is fine, but too much of it… it can drive someone mad.” He reached for a chess set already laid out, idly moving a pawn forward. “Play with me.” Rose hesitated, then sighed and set the book aside. “You know I’m terrible at this.” “That’s because you always move without thinking. Chess is patience, strategy.” He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Come. It’ll keep your mind busy.”

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.

It had pitted Roberick, renowned for his strategic brilliance on the battlefield, against a newcomer to the court—Lysandra, a prodigious chess player whose reputation had preceded her arrival. Roberick had been undefeated in chess for years, and his victories were celebrated throughout the kingdom. His mind was as sharp as his sword, and his decisions were as calculated as they were ruthless. He was known to outwit generals and commanders from neighboring lands, his cunning and strategic acumen making him a formidable adversary. Yet, Lysandra had emerged as a revelation—a rising star in the world of chess. Her victories against seasoned opponents were nothing short of astounding. Whispers of

“She always said chess was like life. Every move matters, and you have to think several steps ahead.” Frank nodded, his expression thoughtful. “A wise woman. And what have you learned from this game?” Rose paused, a small smile playing on her lips. “That you’re cautious but adaptable. You test your opponent before committing to a strategy.” Frank raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Well observed. You’ve got a sharp mind, Rose. A rare gift.” “Thank you,” Rose said, warmth creeping into her voice. As the game progressed, Frank found himself genuinely enjoying the match. Rose’s determination and quick thinking reminded him of her mother, and for the first time, he felt a sense of connection

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.

My words hit Carlo so hard that he staggered backward, unable to mutter another word. That was right. What had he ever done? Scenes from the past played repeatedly in his mind. I didn't give him another look. Instead, I turned to face the guests. "If I may, I would like to take this opportunity to make an announcement tonight. From this moment on, I, Rosa Shaw, officially accept the Perez Family's invitation. I'll be serving as Luca's personal Consigliere. My past may be tied to the Gutierrez Family, but my future belongs to myself and the Perez Family."