How Does William Afton Die Novels & Stories

She wanted to know his opinion. An hour later, William arrived. Similarly, Eve made him check on Vincent’s condition and determine whether he was really dead, or something else was going on. Willian was an old doctor. He was experienced, and his medical skills were outstanding. He glanced from the bedside and confirmed that Vincent had already died. He even purposely examined Vincent in detail to confirm that there was nothing wrong just in case. “Mrs. Braun, your husband is really dead.” Even William had said so. It looked like it was totally hopeless.

"Don't you dare speak her name, you sniveling wretch! It's your fault she's dead, everything is always your fault! If it wasn't for you she'd still be alive!" Julian fell into a violent coughing fit, crimson flecks spraying the sheets. When he could speak again he gazed up at William wearily. "Tell me...how she died." William trembled with rage, memories of that terrible night engulfing him like a hurricane. Reyna tightened her grip on his arm, grounding him with her touch. "William, you don't owe him anything. Let's go."

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

William really wanted to kill Cyrus this time. He had warned him many times, but he still dared to touch his bottom line. Well, he had nothing to worry about. He just wanted to die. Just based on what he said to Cecelia, it was enough for him to die a hundred times. William went straight to Horton and Juliana's house. ** Juliana's home.

CW: Mentions of domestic abuse and sexual assault Seraphina's POV Another week passed with another letter from Abe. Same as usual. William drowned himself in drugs, alcohol, and women. However, Abe suspects he will be sending out spies to the Outskirts soon. So while outwardly, William seemed like he was living it up, he still had a plan for me. Abe would warn me when and who to look out for when William finally dispatched his spies, but until then, I should stay comfortable. Don't be afraid until there's something to fear.

Wyatt looked at her in the eyes, muttered in calmed tone. “Sit down! Have a seat, okay!” He added. He placed his two hands on Maya’s shoulders wanted to make her seat while the entrance door opened. Digger, her men and three police officers entered inside. The policemen came in full force. They were holding guns, handcuffs and arrest warrant. Also, there men still remain outside. All eyes fixed on them as they entered. Prey looked at the wall clock, put on an innocent expression and still acting boldly. “The autopsy has been carried out, and it result showed that Mr. William’s was poisoned-----“

They made off with the man himself and a colleague before capturing several villagers. While they were escaping via plane, the plane was struck down by a missile. All members of the ZF organization died on the spot, while the hostages were freed. Anthony had died from being shot by the ZF organization members while he was protecting his colleague. Meanwhile, William was accorded medals of honor. Three days after the fiasco, Hilda still remained in the military hospital. She was currently watching the news. William's ceremony was currently being aired. She and Nathan were warded in the same room. He had cracked his ribs, while she had several leg fractures.

"What do you mean? Leon didn't die?" Impossible. I saw him clutch his chest and fall. If he wasn't dead, then everything I did was for nothing. Would he take revenge on my daughter and husband? The thought made me shiver uncontrollably. "He's dead, but from a sudden heart attack. It has nothing directly to do with you," William explained. I froze completely. How could this be? I clearly fired the gun!

"How?" "I've been investigating Marcus Wolfe for three months. Different case, but your name came up. When I saw the connection to William Ashford, I started looking deeper." She opens her notebook. "Your father's death was ruled a suicide. Drove his car off a bridge. But the autopsy report never sat right with me." "Why not?" "Bruising inconsistent with the crash. Traces of sedatives in his system. And the bridge he supposedly jumped from? Security cameras were conveniently offline that night." She looks at me. "I think someone killed your father and staged it to look like suicide."

Karen, You’re probably awake and super pissed at me and yourself, but I don’t want you to be that way. I want to do this by myself and I knew there was no way you would have ever let me go if you were awake. We’ve derived a plan to take Frank down. It’s tonight and I’m the one who has to be the bait. If it doesn’t go as planned, I’ll try to hold on to life as much as I can for you. I pray to see your face again, but if I don’t, it won’t matter because I know you’ll always remember me. Take care of yourself, Kalliam and Willen, for me. All my love. William.