The Westing Game Novels & Stories

Leaning over, I tugged on his arm so he would stoop enough to press my lips to his ear, "People are afraid of you. They don't know if you're dangerous and they're worried how you'll compete." Justin studied my face silently. I blushed under his gaze though I didn't know why since he'd already known me intimately. I just couldn't figure out what he was looking for in me. "Justin?" I asked. "They should be afraid," he replied, standing straight once more and turning his attention away from me to the Games Master who stood on the stage beside us. "Attention all Wolfen Games participants! Welcome to Lone Wolf Estate! We are proud to be hosting the Games again here on our Alpha King's lands. If y

~Leia’s Point of View~ I had to admit I was pretty terrified of Dustin’s roommates, but the girls seemed nice enough. I had heard of Alice Westin a few times over the years, I mean literally everyone knows the name Westin. And also well, who didn’t know the name Greco. Greco & Fuentes = bad news. I guess we had that in common. Miranda was cute and bubbly, absolutely nothing like what you would expect from a mafia princess. I had a lot of questions there.

Running as fast as I could toward the East Wing, knowing I'd be damned if Marcus, for any reason, dropped by to check on me before bedtime. Letting out a strangled breath as I stepped through the West Wing , my eyes cascaded across the halls. Which one was I meant to check? Cautiously, I dragged my feet, my eyes scanning from one door to the other. But for some reason, deep in my bones, I knew none of them were it. Same for the second floor—until finally, I had gotten to the third.My eyes fixed on an ordinary-looking room. I pushed open the door to find… a closet. broomsticks. Webs. Bins. Nothing special. But the urge was stronger than ever.

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”

“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!"

“I guess they’ve already started, huh? And it’s only the first day. Then again, it’s to be expected.” I frowned. “Started what?” Tessa tilted her head. Her lips curved, but there was no humor in her smile. “The game,” she said. A breeze rustled the banners hanging from the stone posts. In the distance, the students looked like gods and monsters. “There’s a system,” she continued. “Every werewolf plays the game at Elite—whether they admit it or not. And there are only three ways to earn points: strength, intellect, and... sex.” I blinked, trying to process it. “Sex?”

Coming up to me, she grasped my free hand tightly. "To me, this is a gift and we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Nivea. Mr. Thomas Westington is handsome, very wealthy, and is the owner of West Software Inc.; the biggest software company in California. He will take good care of you, and I'm sure you will lack for nothing," She added, persuasively. "If he's so all that, why don't you marry him yourself!" I snapped harshly, as I righted my shirt and stormed out of the room, going through the living room, where my Dad was still gazing blankly at the wall.