The Westing Game Novels & Stories

The Wests were renowned diplomats, aristocrats whose influence stretched far beyond pack borders. As the crowd parted, Jason West walked tall, refined, with an aura of quiet authority, beside him his wife Aurelia stepped forward in a flowing lavender gown that shimmered beneath the chandeliers radiating charm and refinement. Behind them followed their daughters: Isabella West, poised and elegant and Jules West, the younger one, eyes wide with mischief and warmth. Their presence added another layer of weight to the gathering. Cassandra’s lips parted, disbelief flickering across her face. “The West family? They are here too?”

The city stretched beneath us, oblivious to the storm inside Weston Enterprises. Ivy had played her hand—and failed. But the game wasn’t over. Not even close. The next move would be the most dangerous yet.

Coming up to me, she grasped my free hand tightly. "To me, this is a gift and we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Nivea. Mr. Thomas Westington is handsome, very wealthy, and is the owner of West Software Inc.; the biggest software company in California. He will take good care of you, and I'm sure you will lack for nothing," She added, persuasively. "If he's so all that, why don't you marry him yourself!" I snapped harshly, as I righted my shirt and stormed out of the room, going through the living room, where my Dad was still gazing blankly at the wall.

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

“Unless you’d prefer I send everything to the Journal tonight and let them draw their own conclusions.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Where and when?” “Central Park. The Bethesda Fountain. Tomorrow at noon.” James’s voice turned cold. “And Alexander? Come alone. If I see anyone with you—security, lawyers, your little assistant—the deal is off and the story goes live.” The line went dead. Vivian stared at the phone, her mind racing. “He has the messages. The ones from the platform, from when we were just Velvet and Sir. How—”

she exclaimed and sighed in frustration. “We need to teach you how to walk properly with the heels ma'am” another of the workers said and though Jenna wanted to refuse due to her dislike for feminine wears but she needed she had no choice than to agree. “Fine” she rolled her eyes, slipping Alessia's picture into her bag. ~~~~ A BAR… Could anything be more bothersome than the guilt of eliminating one's life? Bryan couldn't bear the guilt and the worry of having a corpse at home!.. “What if her mother goes to her house, she's familiar with her daughter's pass code remember?” Stephen, his best friend asked.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

She was a middle-aged woman who tended to my mansion and my father’s men, she supervised the maids and servants as they worked and was damn good at it too. “Where’s father?.” “In the study, Don Russo. He's been waiting.” “Thanks, Agatha.” I pushed open the door to my father’s study and met him engaged in a game of chess with a tall, lanky man who looked oddly familiar. “Checkmate. No one escapes me, boy.” Father said and the lanky man’s low laughter echoed in the room as he accepted his victory with a nod. Simultaneously, they looked up at me, my father’s energetic face brightening as he acknowledged me. “Here he comes.“

But today, it was crawling up my neck like a vine. I stood up and moved toward the window. The city glistened outside. A skyline I helped shape. Neon signs and metal skeletons. Steel and glass. Profits and promises. A knock broke the moment. Bull stepped in, looking like a slab of stone in a fitted black suit. “Roland and the legal team are in the executive room.” “Good. Any word from James?” “Not yet. But we pulled his assistant’s call records. Looks like he’s been speaking to someone from the Western syndicate. More than once.”