Someone Else's Story From Chess Novels & Stories

A wave of happiness hit me while I looked at her but it was followed by a manly voice that I wasn't fond of. "Come on, buddy. You think you can make a move before the day ends?" Evan smirked slyly and I glared at him, controlling my fist from pounding on his jaw. Sighing I looked back at the chess board with a puzzled mind but looked back up when I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked at Crystal who was looking back at me. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and she looked around, as if trying not to be caught. She nudged her chin towards the chess pieces and I looked down to see what she meant. I touched the bishop and looked back at her but she shook her head and tilted her head a l

The guy was not taking a hint and blocked our path. "Come on, let's be friends! My name's Wilson Cobb. I deal in real estate. How about you give me your digits, beauty?" Christina's brow creased with distaste. I stepped in front of Christina, fixing him with an icy stare. "Buzz off." "Whoa! You've got some nerve, kid!" Wilson looked me up and down with a sneer. "Do you even know who I am, talking to me like that?"

The two have gone for hours in training before, but trying something new leads to an easy victory for Innik, with Ander on the ground in less than thirty seconds. Innik is proudly hailed the best male warrior in today’s tournament, and he helps Ander to his feet, patting his back. It’s clear in Ander’s posture that he’s upset with himself for his error, and if anyone were to follow his eyes, they’d see Oskar standing in the edge of the clearing, staring disapproving daggers at his nephew. Morrigan’s heart begins to race as she stands for her own fight, noticing Oskar’s presence.

Chess was just another way to show off how easily he could tear people down—how easily he could destroy me. But this time… this time the stakes were different. I wasn’t playing for pride or fun. I was playing for my kids. “Roman.” His voice cut through my thoughts like a scalpel, dragging me back. I exhaled slowly. “Alright then… chess it is.” I moved toward the table and pulled out the chair. “Oh, determined I see,” Abel said, following me and taking the opposite seat with the same casual arrogance he always carried. “This is going to be fun.”

"Celeste's tomato fondue really is something else! Next time, make more of that sweet-and-sour tomato broth. I can't get enough of it!" I laughed and agreed, ladling mushrooms into everyone's bowls without pause. The whole family dug in together, passing dishes back and forth, warm and easy with each other. But I'd underestimated just how much narrative gravity a story's heroine could carry, even from prison. Ivy walked out of the royal dungeon without a scratch on her—and came out as Consort Ivy, one of the King's own women. Rosalind brought the news home before even Julian had heard it. She had a gift for making friends in high places, and whatever happened at court reached her ears first.

Even if she did flip over the world, she would never find her sister just as he said to her. ‘If you want to find her Your Highness, then marry me. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.’ Kieffer came to her that time with a foolish grin on his face. He was a prince of Kigona, their rival country. They are the only nation who refused to be searched in their premise so she had her suspicion then but…

What was even stranger was that the old man was still in charge of both sides. The white chess piece was his, and the black chess piece was his. He was happy to play it. Samuel had seen chess players and many exquisite chess games, but he had never seen such a chess game. There was only one black chess piece. Anyone who had some common sense knew that no matter how he played it, he could not win. In other words, the white chess piece had already won the game. Was there any need to play it?

However, for now, the chessboard demanded my full attention. As I pondered my opening move, I couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the chess pieces, their elegant craftsmanship mirroring the intensity of the battle that was about to unfold. The room seemed to hold its breath as if anticipating the clash of intellect and strategy that was about to commence between Edward and me. With a calculated grin, I finally made my move, sliding a pawn forward with purpose. The game was set in motion, the tension palpable as our minds locked in a silent battle, contemplating each move and its potential consequences.

every word he uttered he emphasized. "They might even betray you so I just left you the rest of my piece like that," he pointed out to the back of my rook. knocked out of him. Huh? Can it be? "Someone then the venerable Lord invented such a strategy. By exchanging a piece with the opponent." I could almost laugh at what he said. What is that? Is there such a rule in the game of chess? The person he is referring to is strange. "It's funny but it's true. Players have the freedom to change the rules here when he's playing. He was able to beat the five best players who used to come here to play."

The king said. “Chess?" Lucian could not believe the king stopped him from being with his wife because he wants to play Chess. “Yes, Chess. People think it's just an ordinary game but MEN like us know it's something way more than a game. It's actually a battle strategy and a way to figure out how your opponent's mind works.Or what do you think?" King Stefan said. “You are right." Lucian simply replied. “So let's go play, I would love to see how your mind thinks, Alpha wolf."