Theo Theodorakis Westing Game Novels & Stories

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.”

“This is much complicated and huge than we thought.” “Jack, how was it?” As soon as Theodore finally went home and went in his room, he directly went to his laptop and opened a certain link which led him to the actual security system of the police intelligence. He’s currently talking to his friend Jack who is actually a talented Russian Hacker that he hired to be his spy buddy.

“Is it fun to play me?” Stella was exhausted and sounded tired. “You were the one who promised to let me go...” “I did, and I didn’t force you to come back,” Weston replied calmly. Stella closed her eyes. She refused to play this word game with him. “Must you push me to the verge and force me to a dead end?” “Dead end?” Weston answered with a low chuckle devoid of any warmth. “Why would I? I don't have the heart to do that.”

Tania's POV I shoved my hands in my pockets and glared at West. “Fine. Let’s play rock-paper-scissors. But I’m warning you, I won't lose.” He tilted his head like he was trying to read my soul. His eyes were so dark I felt like I could get lost in them if I blinked wrong. “You really want to do this?” he asked. His voice was calm, but there was a twitch in his jaw. “Yes. I. Do. West, it’s simple. One, two, three, shoot.”

Dickson must have sent them to intercept us the moment he was kicked out of the bar. “Let’s not waste our time, ladies,” Westley said, a crooked, mean-spirited grin spreading across his face. He was flanked by three other guys, all dressed in heavy hoodies and baggy cargo pants, looking like pure trouble. “Me and my guys just need you to bring out the cash old Picasso paid you for the shift. Think of it as a local tax for bringing all that heat to our town.”

He's spoken with many people but not this Xenia. She chuckled. "Boy, don't be scared." she patted his shoulder. "I-I'm not," "You spoke to me one time but not face to face." "Er?" he looked bewildered now. He'd never chatted with her on the phone. He didn't even have her number! What was she playing at? "Username Weston101, member of Tihatz squad, their main jungler and proficient in using assassins. Your main is Gusion. Second liked assassin is Ling. Am I correct, Weston?" Xenia beamed creepily at him while he jolted.

He sits himself up quickly, exhaling loudly with his hand on his, what I assume is throbbing, head. I stay silent and 'asleep', pondering on why his crescent glowed, not noticing that I was slowly drifting off to sleep. *********** I wake up to the sound of a car door slamming shut. “Everyone get out. And Joey, help West.” Thea says and you can tell she’s still mad from her tone. Thea holds the door open as the three of us limp our way inside. Joey practically throws West unto the sofa and runs upstairs, probably to take a bath. He has blood caked up all over his arm from when West rested on him. I slouch on the armchair facing West.

"HE SCORED!" "GOAL! At the literal death of the game, Weston has snatched victory from the jaws of defeat!" Raf's voice is a jagged, ecstatic ruin, his face turning a violent shade of red as he and Loren scream into their headsets. "Elias Weston! The Raiders just took the crown!"

You can do this. . . . Natalie's P. O. V I was laughing at one of my dad's jokes. Greg had taken me to see him because he requested it. Jace was there as well as Derek, the eldest and the only one married among them. The Maddox twins were somewhere around the globe being the gamers they make and play video games, earning money from that. They rarely come home except it's very important, otherwise they just video call. Above all, we all get along just fine.