The Westing Game Novels & Stories

“My appetite has always been good, but there’s no good stock. I’m almost starving.” “Hey, I’m here to tell you about a good stock today!” “Oh?” “Maple Ephys is the top quality woman.” After they talked, Warren exposed Maple’s information to West. The moment he hung up, Warren flashed a wicked smile. “Haha. let me see how Maple can still survive this time!” Caleb curiously asked, “Mr. Parkinson, who is this West?” “He is a criminal whose brain is full of beautiful women. He is able to commit any crimes to have fun with beautiful women.

His eyes lit up and he stood up at once, “I have been waiting for you.” He pushed his chair away and smiled at the astonished crowd, “You guys have fun. I have something else to do.” “But—But you haven’t shown your cards yet!” Wendy stuttered, “The game—the bet—” “I fold.” Westin tossed his cards to the table and pushed all his coins across the table to Wendy, “You win. Congratulation.” “You are so close to winning!” one maid cried, “Giving up right now is such a pity!” “Well, I don’t like to keep a lady waiting.”

Wendy just threw a stack of documents in his arms. When Lloyd saw that it was a lawsuit, cold sweat beaded on his forehead. “W-What’s the meaning of this?”

The moment his fingers touched the clasp, Charlotte said, "Keep wearing it." Then she looked at me. "Whoever won it gets to keep it." I let out a soft laugh. The whole room fell silent. Charlotte's eyes turned cold. Lyra frowned. "George, we were just playing a game. Why do you have to make things so awkward?" Then she stepped in front of Connor. Her voice stayed gentle, but her words carried a warning. "Connor has always been insecure. He's finally happy today. Can't you just let him have this?"

Nathaniel's Pov I sat across from Evangeline in my penthouse and watched her stare at the city lights like they could give her answers to questions she had not asked yet and I knew this conversation was going to change everything between us. We had been playing games for weeks now and the games were getting dangerous and eventually one of us was going to lose and losing in this family meant dying or disappearing or ending up in prison. I needed to make sure it was not me. And the only way to do that was to bind her to me so completely that she could not leave even if she wanted to.

If West sat down at the desk and took a single glance at the computer, he would immediately notice something was wrong. However, clearly, he had no such intention right now. Through the narrow gap in the door, I saw him drenched in sweat, rummaging frantically through the cabinets as if searching for something important. He searched for a long time but couldn’t find what he wanted. Then, without warning, he strode straight toward the lounge. Cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead. The lounge only had a table and a bed. There was nowhere to hide. Just as West was about to push the door open, a voice stopped him.

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”

"I'm sure they'll be great." "Are we done?" I removed my jacket and ignored her reproving look. We'd done the damn shoot. What more did she want? And why was it so fucking hot in the middle of October? "Yes, I'll email you a link to the gallery in two weeks," Winona said, unfazed by my curt reply. "Congratulations again on your engagement." Vivian thanked her again while I brushed past her toward the stairs leading away from Bethesda Terrace. I needed to put more distance between us immediately.

Okay, so now he is the one avoiding me? I sat beside East and North, I have no choice but to seat there because West is beside East and I notice that he don’t want to move. I slowly bended my legs but North helped me. I want to tell him that if he doesn’t want me to fall then he needs to fucking stop this kind of special treatment. But hell it feels good, confusing right? “I am bored” West said; he rested his head on East’s Shoulder. “Let’s play a game” he gleefully said.