The Westing Game Novels & Stories

Windows tinted. Her phone buzzed with a message. Dante: Get in. Her pulse skipped. She could’ve ignored it, walked away. But she didn’t. Because this was the game. And if she wanted to win, she had to play. The car drove her across the city, weaving through traffic until it stopped in front of a building she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t an office. The glass façade gleamed with understated luxury, the kind that didn’t advertise but commanded.

Brandon straddled her thighs. "You little chipmunk, give me my cap." "Your glasses went off the map, but your cap stayed. Don't you think that's a little suspicious?" She panted, following her question up with narrowed eyes. "No. Hand it over." "This is a crime against the laws of the caps and sunglasses community! It has to go!" "Elizabeth Francesca West," Brandon warned. "Make me," she dared, sticking out her tongue at him.

The headquarters of the West Family Foundation occupied three floors of a glass tower in Midtown Manhattan, overlooking the exact spot where NeXus Gaming had launched its first blockbuster title thirty years ago. But while NeXus dealt in virtual worlds, the Foundation dealt in the gritty, messy reality of the one they lived in. Aria stood in the lobby, looking at the installation that dominated the west wall. It was a mosaic. From a distance, it looked like the Foundation’s logo—the fortress with the drawbridge down, drawn by a five-year-old Theo. But up close, the image resolved into thousands of tiny photographs.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

I’m wearing white underwear and a gray Columbia University shirt that barely covers the bottom of my ass. “I came down to get a drink.” “In the dark?” “I had the lights on, and then I turned them off.” Weston raises an eyebrow, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it and see if his body feels as hard and chiseled as it looks. I want to slam him up against the wall, putting a crack in that shield he has around himself. “What are you doing?” I shoot back. “I heard something.”

he asked. I plopped down on the sofa cross my legs with a sigh of content. “It’s always a good time for wodka.” Roman snorted, as he poured out my drink, added some ice and a hint of mint, just the way I liked it. He handed me my glass and took a seat next to me, studying me closely. “What’s up sis?” I shrugged. “I just thought it’s time we started putting this deal into action, you know?” “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon or some shit?”

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

I clutched my stomach from years of severe malnutrition, which had triggered acute gastric issues, and the twisting pain was unbearable. Sitting in the basement were our wedding photos and all the gifts Aria had once given me. These proofs of our past love felt exceptionally mocking right now. Forcing myself up with the last of my strength, I grabbed a wooden rod and smashed the wedding photos to pieces before completely blacking out. I was shocked awake by a bucket of freezing water. "Conrad, you sure sleep soundly." I opened my eyes to meet Aria’s grim expression. She threw a servant’s uniform onto the ground. "Tomorrow is Tom's birthday. You will wear this uniform and serve him."

I grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. “Why did Weston hire you?” I asked. Her mouth popped open to say something, but then closed before starting again. “Because I said the monkeys in The Wizard of Oz creeped me out.” I nodded. “Weston is a monkey from The Wizard of Oz this week.” Her eyes went wide. “Think you can step back now?” “I-I don’t know.” “Imagine him with a long tail and black fur, bouncing around while the wicked witch cackles in the background.”

I pasued, I couldn’t reveal that I knew that he was cheating, now was not the right time, “You ignore my grievances and let your mother and everyone maltreat me, in your eyes I am nothing more than a cash-cow, see you in court.” The moment I said all this I hung up. The woman next to me stared at me in pity, I simply glanced at her with a small smile. I didn’t need her pity. “Are you okay Mrs. Mauve,” a voice asked. I looked up only to see Dr. Dante staring at me with those chestnut eyes of his. I shook my head, I was not okay. “You should come in, let’s start the consultation,” he said with a small smile, I nodded. Dr. Dante Yu is the physician in charge of monitoring my health.