The Westing Game Novels & Stories

Jacob grabs his phone from the kitchen counter, “Shoot did you text me or something? I didn’t check my phone!” “I figured that much.” I chuckle. “So what you guys were doing?” Jacob tells me they just came home and plan to play some games on his Xbox. West tells him, “We can play Injustice... She is very good at it.” Jacob turns his head. “Really?” I want to roll my eyes again. Why do people get surprised as if gaming is some rocket science? But I settled on a shrug. “I was! We can play to figure out if I still am.” It’s an old game I enjoyed.

I heard about the game from two girls in my Victorian lit class. "Westbrook's playing tonight," one of them said to the other, loud enough that the whole row could hear. "If they win this one Ashton's basically back in contention for Sportsman of the Year." "What time?" "Seven. Are you going?" "Obviously." I wrote down seven, closed my notebook, and said nothing. He hadn't told me. We had sat on a hallway floor the previous night sharing pasta and something that felt dangerously close to honesty and he hadn't mentioned a single word about a game today.

Three words stared up at her in silver writing: The Widow’s Club. And beneath it was a name: Celeste Van Der Meer. “Keep your veil on, darling,” Celeste said with a slight smile, as she turned to leave. “You have been chosen.” And with that, she walked away, her heels silent against the grass. Genevieve stood frozen, the card was still in her hand, and her veil fluttered against her skin as the wind blew towards her direction. She didn’t know it yet, but her husband wasn’t the only person who was going to be buried.

"There is only Vesper. And Vesper has a game to win." Zero let out a quiet sigh, his hand lingering on the edge of my desk for a fraction of a second too long, his fingers brushing against mine before he stepped back into the shadows of his terminal. "Then let's win it. The Thorne shipment arrives at Pier 4 at midnight. I've already corrupted their security feed. The stage is yours." A cold, lethal smile spread across my lips. I pulled a sleek, midnight-black carbon fiber mask over the upper half of my face, concealing my identity entirely.

“Don’t worry, you can talk about it with other players” “It’s a man hunt game” “A what?”, both brows shot up. “You heard me..” “Where are we heading?” “An abandoned warehouse, to meet my partner” “And who’s that?” She didn’t reply. “Here”, she handed me a gun. “I stole your delivery from the mail so your dad won’t see it” “Delivery?”, she was losing me. “You picked a gun in the game? Didn’t you?” I frowned a bit. “Laura? Are you high on any substances? We could drop by at the hospital”

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

“There's this thing called communication. You should look it up.” He huffed and sat back down, pulling me onto his lap. Then his eyes landed on the empty chip packs scattered across the table. “Are you kidding me right now?" He pointed at them. “I said you can't have those.” I opened my mouth to argue… But the sound from the TV cut through the room. The anchor’s face was serious. Behind her, a photo of Dean filled the screen. “Dean Weston, heir to the Weston Group empire, was arrested earlier this evening after authorities discovered a large quantity of illegal substances inside his private residence at the Weston Estate.”

I moved forward and whispered, “Like a hawk. I did not know what I did to make him suspicious of everything that I do” Westin gave out a short laugh and shook his head, “He is just nervous being close to a pretty girl like you. Just like me” Was he flirting with me? I shook my head and smiled. Drinking my wine, I then sighed while looking at Westin. “I’m just here to win this case which your company is paying us such a lucrative fee that my partners would be stupid to say no to. We are going to win this case, Westin. I would make sure of it. And then, I’m going home. Bloom City would always be my home. The end”

When no one says anything I smirk at them glaring while I spin in a circle reveling in my victory. They talk about the birthday games refusing to allow Westley to join in stating he has an unfair advantage not to mention no official title, and the games aren’t meant for more then three males. Westley is obviously pissed and isn’t quiet about it. He begins yells and swearing at the counsel, but when he trys to come at me I choke hold him forcing him to pass out. I’m confused when my dad is also unhappy about their vote, and now I’m wondering if he’s been hoping Westley was really Gemma’s mate after all these years. I guess he shouldn’t of bet against me I knew none of them were ever in my cor