Books Like The Westing Game Novels & Stories

My favourite dangerous place. Greg points at me, knowing what I am like in this place. “Fifteen minutes.” I grin if that's how he wants to play it. Oh, baby, challenge accepted. We wander through the shops. I drift toward the books immediately. I need my on-flight reading material. After standing and staring for longer than necessary, I pick up West of Forever by Corinne Michaels. Greg appears beside me, holding a magazine. “Found mine.” I look at the magazine and tsk to myself. Of course, Greg would want this reading material. “Just MotoX?”

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

Rhonda and Lisa rode with her so Julia could ride in the back with Lucas while Sean sat beside me in the front. Regina had a nice big home and it was well set up for informal gatherings, refrigerators in the kitchen and patio, along with a wine cellar. Snacks and hors d'oeuvres were laid out, including peeled shrimp on ice and hot goodies in serving trays. It's the first time Dan and Sandy had been there. We were getting ready to play when Jerry sent a text, telling us to hold the game; he'd be there in fifteen minutes. Since it was a Friday night, we had no problem waiting. He arrived in his work clothes, Reneé with him. "So, what's this about Shasta wanting to be sold after the game? Is sh

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

She needed to hear the sound of the staff working every morning, she didn't like how quiet the mansion was. She rose and wrapped a robe around herself and moved to the window. Outside, the day was only just beginning to brighten. The outside world looked calm. Harper’s words from the tearoom replayed in her mind. 'The Club always has two games running. The one they tell you and the one they don’t.'

Su Ling: "It's alright if they don't understand as long as they understand you are still yourself. Also if you speak that way it is more believable." Su Lan: "Okay, are there any books on magic?" Su Ling: "There is, wait a second. (A pile of books pop up from a screen). Here is the list of beginner books. You can choose." Su Lan: "There is a lot. How am I supposed to read all this?" Su Ling: "Don't need to, open your personal information screen and d******d it." Su Lan: "So, I don't have to memorize it?"

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

That pride was my one hope. I looted the middle shelf of the west wall first. It seemed most untouched, most neglected. Nothing at first—ancient textbooks, account books, and fabricated stories only. And then I saw it. A thick book hidden behind a stack of herbal alchemy texts. The spine was worn, but the carved design into the leather glowed softly in the moonlight. Symbols. Old, witch-begotten.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.