The Westing Game Novels & Stories

West suggested. "Why am I always the distraction?" Willa whined as they walked to the side door again. "You're the one with boobs. Use them. He's a mafia dude. We both know that I'm most likely not what he's looking for. At least, not that he'll ever admit." West smirked. Willa shook her head and walked out the door as West hid near the inside of the door. "I fucking hate this part." Willa muttered as she tucked her weapons away to hide them.

Eros’ POV “Speak to me,” I snap at Isaiah, coming out of my car. He was trying his best not to stammer. The fire at West wing managed to be put out. I need to know if this was just an accident or an attempt to ruin me. West wing was one of the crucial part of the West Inc. It was known as the West wing ever since 2020. Sara, the head of the stylist department then managed to come up with a fabulous idea of an angel with wings. It was her contribution that brought to the success of West Inc. Simple, yet elegant. This was because the material used to make the wings were made out of real gold, refined and made thin. It was the most expensive outfit trend of the year.

Weston whispered, his voice vibrating with rage that made Greg’s eyes widen in genuine terror, "I will personally bury you so deep that no one will ever find your body. Do you understand me?" Greg gasped for air, his face turning completely red as Weston’s grip choked him. He nodded quickly, his entire body shaking. Weston threw him away like a piece of dirty rags. Across the lawn, Weston caught sight of his daughter, Maisie. She was laughing loudly, thoroughly distracted in the heavily secured children’s area with a group of her cousins. The private guards he had paid a fortune for were standing at the perimeter, hyper-vigilant. She was safe. Weston turned on his heel and stormed away from

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

"Say whatever you want to say, Mom. Now. So that we can go back. I don't have time to attend any function of yours." Her face paled. "B-but you just arrived, honey. We will talk during the dinner. This function won't be possible without you." He let out a grunt. "What function are you talking about? Be clear! Speak up now or else we are leaving." "Our wedding." Sinister wrapped his arm around Lilly's shoulder. "We're getting married this Friday. And we want our whole family to be there." I gasped. Even Anastasia seemed surprised. From what I heard, she was quite close to Sinister. But it was clear that she didn't see it coming either.

“Yes, I know, but compensation isn't going to be enough! Or maybe I should just stay married to him.” My breath caught. Before I could stop myself, a laugh escaped my lips, leaving her staring at me in complete confusion. My God, I really don't understand this woman. What game were they playing now? Is this their next move? Is Desmond even aware of this, let alone Sebastian? The game was shifting in the strangest ways possible. “Why on earth are you laughing?” she snapped. “I’m being serious. If I can’t get half of his property, I’ll just stay his wife.”

“My dead husband, the deceased king August had a dream and his dream was to make Westoros, bigger and better than it already was and with our victory over Leone’s thanks to our current king, King Arthur and the knights who serve us, we won this war and we have secured more land, more labor and strength then we can ever imagine. So let us raise our glass to celebrate not just our victory, the ones we lost, the ones we will lose, the ones we have and the ones who are born but to Westoros for being our country home. Long live Westoros!” “Long live Westoros!” They all cheered in response before they all drank from their cups. …Five, four, three, two, one. The sound of coughing echoed the halls a

To be honest, I was not happy about it. "What's the matter?" I asked coldly. "Cyril, Liam has been taken away by some people. They said if we don't pay back the money, they'll cut off his hands." "Who are these people? How could someone like Liam owe anyone money?" She sniffed and wiped her nose. "We got involved in the adult live-streaming industry through chance. We made a lot of money easily at first. Once we had some capital, Liam grew increasingly greedy for more. Eventually, he got into gambling.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.