How Is William Afton Still Alive Novels & Stories

However, there's no concrete evidence, and we haven't caught anyone yet. Jeffrey nodded. He put down the documents, not ruling out this possibility. Yet, there was another. "Is Nathan still in Harbor City?" Jeffrey asked. William's eyes widened in realization. How had he overlooked that? Immediately, William dialed a number, and his expression tensed instantly. "President Morgan, you were right. The people watching Nathan say he arrived in Azure City today!" "Where is he now?" Jeffrey's eyes darkened. "We lost track of him," William replied nervously.

Past Information "William. It never crossed my mind." I threw up my hands. "Great. Who do you think it is?" “If I knew, I would deal with him right now,” he snorted in annoyance." I asked William. He is incapable of lying to me. Nobody went in or out, but the wolf is still dead." “Looks like whoever controlled it pulled the plug out of the socket." "Yes it is." I was sick of the thought of death. "Where?"

Damien came home after two weeks in the hospital. Still weak. Still healing. But alive. We had twenty-four hour security. Torres insisted. Federal marshals rotating shifts outside our safe house. "Richard is dead," I reminded her. "We saw his body. The autopsy confirmed—" "Bodies can be faked." Torres checked her weapon. "Autopsies can be manipulated. And Richard Ashford had the resources to disappear if he wanted." "You think he is alive?" "I think Richard was too arrogant to die quietly. Too vengeful. Too—" She stopped. Radio crackling. "Stand by."

Breaking the lock of an empty cottage, she walked inside and dressed in the clothes that she had stored there. “Goodbye, Dorcas,” she whispered.” If I ever see you again, I will kill you.” She said to herself. ********** William Rutherford couldn't sleep that night. He had barely slept in the last two months. His parents, friends, everyone suggested moving on. Serena was probably dead. They had found blood and shreds of her dress a few meters away from the usual path she took for her evening walks. But he wasn't convinced. She couldn't be dead. They had not found her body yet.

He was sure she would, sooner or later try something. “Curiosity?” Hansel asked with surprise. “Yes, curiosity is all that it is.” Moss replied. “We know for sure that William is dead. The agency has closed his file. The investigation has concluded. There is no way he could be alive. Besides both of his aids saw the building burn down and they are sure he was inside at that moment.” “Supposing he was still alive, I assume it wouldn’t be so hard for you to locate him after all,” Hansel asked.

“There’s gossip going around town that I’m getting engaged to some woman. Trust me: it’s not true. You were the only woman for me. I love you so much, and I miss you every day.” There was a period of stark silence before he said, “Caroline, I know you’re still alive out there.” I didn’t move a muscle, my heart pounding in my chest at his words. How did he know that I was alive? He smiled bitterly. “I guess I just miss you too much. Sorry if I seem nervous today. I promise you: I’ll raise our son well.” With that last promise, William finally left. I walked out, rendered speechless. There was a renewed resolve in my heart, though. No matter if he believed my death or not, he wouldn’t have a c

In the past, I would have forgiven him and wanted him to live despite everything, but all my love toward him had died when he had thrown me into the freezer, knowing how traumatic it would have been for me. Blood dyed the floor red as I watched him collapse. Even though he was dead to me, my heart still ached. ‘No! William, you must live!’ I tried to say. Perhaps my prayers had worked because the butler discovered William in time, and he was saved. Then, I watched as he wailed in bed and screamed like a lunatic. He destroyed everything in his ward. The doctors and nurses did not dare approach him. The butler sighed long and hard as he braced himself before entering the ward. Then, he handed

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.

Hours after his mother left his study, Antonio still remained glued to his chair, in the exact same spot he'd been in when Molly had given him the shocking piece of information. So William was still alive. Even after years of stubbornly training his mind against thinking about the man, Antonio couldn't help the flood of thoughts that crowded his mind now. He felt blindsided.

The video was somewhat shaky and very dark, but anyone could still tell that it was recorded in a hospital room. William was lying in the hospital bed, and Violet was sitting next to him, looking extremely impatient. "Ugh, those reporters are annoying as hell! How much longer do we have to keep up this act?" "Just put up with it a little longer," William answered, his voice sounding rather excited. "Nobody will dare to bother us anymore once Wilfred's death is confirmed. And when that time comes, Violet, everything in the Carson family will belong to us!" "Is your dad alright with it too?"