The Queen's Gambit Novels & Stories

She turned to see her grandmother looking like a furious lioness, while in the distance, Healer Ivy was trying to make herself invisible. Serena let out a heavy sigh. *Ivy and her loose mouth!* The Queen raised the duster to strike. "Sister-in-law!" Alpha Magnus boomed, stepping in front of the blow. "What is the meaning of this?" "Move, Magnus!" the Queen shouted. "This little rascal went gambling! I’m going to break her legs today!" Over the years, the Queen had spoiled Serena rotten. She didn’t demand academic excellence or perfect etiquette. As long as Serena was healthy and alive, the Queen was content. But she had one ironclad rule: *No gambling.*

She kept pulling her lehenga down, and I noticed she was wearing those shoes. Haha..you're very smart, but not smarter than me. I revealed their secret, and she became enraged. Her cheeks resembled two balloons. How adorable! Nonetheless, they received the funds. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ I didn't want to go home, but I had to because Prem's wife was alone at home and his devil was bothering her.

Her curious mind was both a blessing and a curse. How exactly did he get out? "I wanted to give him five years but here he is," I explained to my queen and her eyes fell to the bed. "It's that why you never mentioned him or why you never wanted to talk about it." "Yes." "Did you make everyone promise to never talk about it?" "I made everyone promise to forget." "But they haven't." "I can't manipulate memories," I sighed. "Can your mother?" The question took me off guard. "What? No."

It was about the debt of a father to a son, and the debt of a billionaire to the girl who had saved him. ​As the doors opened into the lobby, the flashbulbs of a hundred photographers exploded like silent bombs. The world knew the Thorne penthouse had been attacked. They knew something was happening. ​But they had no idea that the real explosion was about to happen in the boardroom on the 60th floor. ​Julian gripped my hand, his knuckles white, his chin high. We walked through the sea of reporters, silent and untouchable. This was it. The Queen’s Gambit. And I wasn't playing for a draw.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

she hissed. Larissa smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Have you ever heard of 'The Calamity'?" Queenie paused briefly before replying, "Are you talking about that underground racer who's won most of their races?" Larissa's smile was undecipherable as she corrected her, "They didn't win most of their races. They won all of them." Queenie's eyes were as wide as saucers as she covered her mouth with a hand.

It seems like something they'd do, self-assured pricks, lawless mongrels who don't fear death. Only, the reaper's finally come for them. "The Queen's Gambit," Ariadne whispers. There's no answer for a long ten seconds. Then Ariadne hears the door unlock, metal sliding against something that needs oil. Hinges creak, and Ariadne's greeted with a blast of warm air. "That's an old password," the Beta informs her before his eyes flicker with interest. "Oh." "That's the one I remember," Ariadne says, studying the man.

“Show me the footage!” Kael followed her, placing a steadying hand on her back. “Amy, calm down. We’ll get her back.” Amy’s eyes narrowed as she watched Queen’s face on the screen, holding Cassandra’s baby firmly. Her lips pressed into a thin line as the realization hit. Queen was using the baby as leverage. She wasn’t just playing with Amy and Kael—she was executing a plan designed by Cassandra’s own father, one that involved betrayal, power, and a relentless thirst for revenge.

Marigold, with her Dark Warrior Wolf—the one power the Queen feared and craved in equal measure. The Queen’s nails scraped the desk, a hiss of satisfaction curling from her throat. “Fools. Stupid, arrogant fools. They snuffed out their jewel and left me with a weapon.” Now, that weapon had walked into her palace disguised as a spoiled princess, clinging to Gregor like fate had ordained it. But fate, the Queen believed, was hers to command. She removed the USB drive and slipped it back into her robe. Then, with slow, deliberate motions, she put the broadband USB that has its own internet connection then she began typing a message into an encrypted system few in the kingdom could even imagine

I took the champagne. “Actually,” Gabriel continued, “the Queen wishes to speak with you, Abby. Urgently. Said something about tea, treason, and tactical takedowns. Also pastries.” “I love her.” “I know.” Alaric looked like he wanted to protest. But I gave him my best unbothered eyebrow raise and followed Gabriel down the hall. The Queen was already waiting in the Velvet Garden Salon, dressed in indigo and chaos, sipping tea like she owned time.