How Does William Afton Die Novels & Stories

Hazel closed the door and put her mouth close to her ear. Two days later, William came to the villa. He had found the man who had hurt Hazel, but he died in his rental house. Zac leaped into a rage. "Chop him to pieces and feed the dogs." If anyone killed his child, he wouldn't have a chance to live peacefully. Even if he was dead, he should not die in peace! He took a sip of ice water to ease his anger and asked, "Do you know who's behind the scene?"

Charles said, and the trio moved out of the inn. As soon as the armed men left the inn, everyone stood up, all swimming in their sweat. Alfred moved to Gilbert’s remains. “My intimate person and friend…, rise up; your time is not up,” Alfred said with a teary voice holding the corpse’s head. Alfred tried to resuscitate Gilbert but he couldn’t. He cried bitterly that all the witnesses formed a colony round him and consoled him. “Accept our condolences, Alfred,” everyone’s mouthpiece, James said.

"Emily Borges, 31, passed away during the ambulance transport. William Ashford, 33, is critically injured and has been rushed to London Central Hospital." A few drops fell onto the keyboard, and I realized they were mine; I hadn't noticed I was crying. I wiped my face with the sleeves of Will’s shirt and scrolled further down, where I saw images of the accident scene... I covered my mouth to muffle a sob. It was truly devastating; the front of the car was totaled, and the driver’s side windshield had a massive hole where, clearly, someone had been thrown through. "My God! How did I never see this?" Now I understood why Susan never spoke of it.

Ashford said as Lucy comes back with an iron rod to hit on Ashford’s head but one of Ashford’s men shot a bullet on her head, she died on the spot. “Mom, mom,” Griffin said trying to move near her mother but stopped by Ashford’s arm as he bows down to kiss Griffin’s lips, in next moment something hard and big smashed on Ashford’s head making him stop for a minute and also his man. One of Gatlin’s shadow guards, whom they shot just before comes with broken legs and shoulder bleeding, “get into the car” that guard said to Griffin as he took Ashford’s body in his arms threatening his man by keeping a knife again his neck, that guard was injured but still, his strength was more than Ashford.

CHAPTER 42 AUTHORESS’S POV Even on those rare rainy days where New York experience a heavy downpour, there have never been such gloom. Williams sat in an open coffin as the Rev sprinkled holy water and said some prayers that nobody seemed to be listening to. Everyone was shocked, it wasn’t a matter of grief this time, well Emberlynn of course and her father’s close staff were in grief but for the rest of the thousand plus it was shock. The great William Smith tripped over his feet in his mansion and fell to his instant death that was what the hospital staff said, there was no chance of survival, it was instant, he didn’t have a chance at life after that fall.

Elisa White paused and asked, "How did she die?" "The finger scratched the carotid artery and bled to death." With a snap, Elisa White's spatula fell into the pot and turned to William with difficulty. William's expression was heavy and fixed, and he looked at her. Elisa White knew that William was not joking. She trembled: "From a physiological point of view, this is impossible. What is Britany Santos's opinion?" "Her reaction is the same as yours. But from the wound, Phoebe Clarkson did commit suicide."

“All that matters is that the laws about fated mates are—” Zachariah moves so quickly that no one has a chance to react before he shifts his fingers into claws and drags them across William’s throat. Blood sprays outward, pulsing from the injury as William falls to his knees, then crumples to his side on the floor. A few seconds later, the elder is dead.

He was standing in one corner, letting the doctors do there job. After several more attempts, the head doctor turned to look at William with a sad face. "I am sorry your highness. It has been more than an hour already since she passed away. We.. we tried everything but we are already too late. She had a major cardiac arrest, perhaps on her way to the farmhouse and died in sleep." William stood there motionlessly, simply looking at Sophia's face. She looked lile she was in a deep sleep, while her beautiful face looked at peace. "Try.. try.. try again doctor..please... she is my life.. please... try try again."

I was about to speak when Anthony got a message notification and he opened it, his face went pale. “What is it, Anthony?” Matteo asked rubbing his temples tiredly. With the whole Sofia drama, he was about to drop into a nearby seat when Anthony dropped a bombshell. “Alfredo committed suicide in prison.” “What?” Was the response that he got from everyone simultaneously. Matteo looked completely lost. “A note was found and he said to hold you responsible for his death.” Anthony added and Matteo let out a gruff laugh. “A psycho.” He murmured. “Let’s head to the prison Morgue, I need to see for myself that he's dead.” Turning to me, “Keep an eye on Sofia and make sure she doesn’t take a foot out

Willow drove in, he had forgotten to take his suitcase with him to the party as he planned to kill the birthday couple. Entering the house, he stopped walking as he perceived blood. Following scent which led him to his room. Arabella was so engrossed with William as she tried to keep William head inside the water, he wasn't struggling anymore, that she didn't hear the sound of footsteps until she was thrown backwards with inhuman strength. Her body broke down the wall when she made impact with it and she grunted in pain as she slid down. Why did he come home now? She thought. Pulling out William much pale and cold from the bloody water and placing him on the tile ground, Willow noticed the y