The Westing Game Novels & Stories

My friends may have thought that they were being clever by tricking West into teaming up with me, but I was having a very hard time concentrating on the game with his tense arms and shoulders constantly bumping against mine. Nevertheless, with Troy and Lee already knocked out from the two teams, our duo still had the best odds of winning. We'd been hiding behind a decent trio of bushes that our rental suits perfectly blended into, but West decided that it'd be a good idea to shift behind the two stacks of vibrant tires. "What makes you think that you're better than me at this?" I said, extremely annoyed, desperately trying to crouch to a smaller height to avoid being spotted while West reloa

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

West said. “You’re not thinking right, go home, West. Give this some thought, I’m sure you will come up with something different after thinking about this.” Wendy said. “And I’m not just trying to save my son’s ass, I’m trying to save you from the illusion that you’re falling into.” Wendy added. “Whatever…” West said and stormed out. With this, West started his plot to take Darin back from the person that has him. He did not care who he had to get out of his way, he was determined to track Darin down and give him to Roman.

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

he was silent for a bit, and then asked: “Or can I help you?” - Not! - the gift of speech returned to me instantly. Trying not to think about what kind of boutique he came across "the first comer", she began to pull things on. As soon as she zipped up the side zipper on her dress, the werewolf appeared again on the threshold of the room. Yang looked at me with a piercing look, obviously appreciating. He grinned contentedly and then put my own patent leather shoes on my feet, which I had lost on the way from the living room. The man extended his hand in an inviting gesture and bowed his head in anticipation.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

I said, motioning for her to follow. The basement was dimly lit, the single bulb casting jagged shadows on the rough concrete walls. Western was tied to a chair, his wrists bound tightly, his face a mask of defiance despite the swelling around his eye. Peter was next to him, smirking as if he had already won some unspoken game. “Well, well,” Peter drawled, his gaze locking onto me. “You actually got him. Didn’t think you had it in you, Copperfield.” Western spat on the floor, his glare venomous. “And what now? You think tying me up changes anything?”

West nodded, his eyes narrowing as he took in the information. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something, that there was more to the story than what we were being told. The dungeon seemed quiet, almost too quiet. And I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered. As West ventured into the dungeon, I waited anxiously outside, my senses on high alert. The silence was oppressive, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. After what felt like an eternity, West emerged, his expression unreadable. He shook his head, confirming that nothing was amiss. "Let's go home, Kristoff, you're free to go," he said, his voice firm b

Weston shrugs while fixing his polo shirt, "Aucella gave the numbers, and I needed cash for a new PlayStation. Yes, the same one you broke." "You broke a PlayStation?" I gawked at Easton. "I accidentally spilled coffee on it and said I was sorry!" "Sorry ain't gonna fix it, bud." Weston shook his head, "And look, I sold her your ideas but it's fine. There are rules about copyright thingies even for the Geeks, right?" He rolls his eyes. "You have to calm down, East. I told you, I have everything under control."