The Westing Game Book Characters Novels & Stories

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

"No. She is resting. Do not touch her. She is the wife of Maddox Dasher..." And just like that David spit it out. Weston could only gawk at him. Hearing this, their ears rose and they rushed to the coffin, shutting it down immediately. When taking the coffin, Weston and David tried to stop them but they stopped them by waggling their fingers. Both of the hunks were warlocks, too. They carried the coffin out of the penthouse and to the car. Weston and David were sticking to the ground until the guys took the car away.

Easton flicked his rectangular glasses, "We're identical triplets, idiot." That's true. Thus the reason why Northon always wears a beanie, Easton is wearing glasses and Weston is... well, Weston. No beanie, no glasses, nothing. "Whatever." Northon slumped on his sit and shut up. "So Charlie, how are you doing?" Weston asked. "I'm fine." He grinned, "Loving life and someone." He winked. "Oooh. You finally noticed Vanch? Nice." Weston nodded. Wait what?

There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.

For a moment, the silence between us felt heavier than stone. “Do you think Marcus is right?” I asked. “Does this puzzle end with answers?” Julian turned back to the desk. “It ends with something. The old man’s games always do.” He looked back at me. “How many numbers do you have?” “Two.” “Same,” he said. “I’m missing this one. And Aaron’s.” I frowned. “Aaron’s?” “Blackwood,” Julian explained. “That was his nickname. Westbrook was Luca’s. Theodore Winchester was Marcus’s.”

"It's about the resilience. I want people to know that we didn't just inherit a dynasty. We fought for it. And we won." Silas smiled. "I think that's the title, Mr. West. The Fortress." "No," Noah said. "Aria used that for the game." He looked at his wife. "The West Family," Noah said. "Just that. Because that's what we are." Silas closed his briefcase. "I'll send you the galleys." He left. Noah walked back out onto the balcony. He sat down next to Aria again. He put his arm around her.

“Did that book say anything about who it might be?” Elaina shook her head sighing. “No it didn’t. It just mentioned the leader.” “Are you sure, we could check it?” Charise tried now excitement barely being contained in her. “We can’t.” Elaina muttered crossing her arms. “The book is in the West Temple with Chase.” “Then we go there and get it.” Charise looked determined her gaze set firmly on Elaina.

*Please note the events of this book take place prior to the ending of South. This will not make sense to you if you haven’t read the first two books. Thanks! Scarlett The quaint café was quiet after Ronnie and Willow had departed, no doubt the other townsfolk were busy enjoying the fresh air without Zeke’s interference bearing down on them at every turn, but my superior hearing could pick up on Mari in the back room with Roxi keeping her occupied. I shot a grateful smile to the older she-wolf who manned the counter before she went to tell Mari, who had excused herself earlier to keep an eye on Roxi when Lucinda’s hands were full, the coast was clear.

The slow game. Ryder West. The name brought a cold smile to my face. That mutt had thought he and his pack had finished me off years ago. They burned my body, celebrated my death, and went back to playing human in their shiny towers. How naïve. I had been waiting, rebuilding, growing stronger in the shadows. And now I was back.

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.