William Afton Corpse Novels & Stories

The sound of wood splintering echoes through the warehouse, followed by a sharp, nauseating smell. Ice spills from the crate, and amidst the frozen shards is a large black garbage bag. Karen gestures for Jack to open it, who does it reluctantly. He pulls it apart, revealing a lifeless body. It is William Crawford. Dead. My heart drops, and bile rises in my throat. Jake’s face turns pale, his shock and horror are evident. Karen looks at us both with satisfaction. "This," she says, her voice eerily calm, "is what happens to people who cross me."

One of the men dragged his body to a black car waiting at the end of the street. “Hurry! The boss doesn’t want to see his face again,” one of them said. Anthony’s unconscious body was placed into a large black bag—a body bag. They secured it with a strong rope, then lifted it into the trunk of the car. Several hours later, the car stopped on a narrow road near a steep cliff on the outskirts of the city. The two men lifted the large bag containing Anthony’s body, then threw it without saying a word. A faint thud sounded as the bag hit the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

I bit back the laugh that wanted to escape as Haidan spun around and punched Antoine in the gut, causing him to double over. "What are you doing here, mom?" Antoine asked through coughs. "I brought her here." Ashton responded. "Now, come sit down so we can get to business." "You’re planning on jumping into action before we bury the dead?" Antoine asked, frowning. "Shouldn’t that be top priority? particularly when..." "Dad’s body is missing." Ashton growled, causing shock to appear on everyone’s faces. "I took count of the dead and checked the tombs where he should have been, but he was gone."

She'd been forced to suppress her desires. "Just what kind of a man are you, Ashton…" Rhonda could neither figure out him nor herself. … After stepping out of the villa, Ashton breathed in the stench of blood in the air before getting in touch with Kayla. She quickly showed up with a team of experts. Everyone, including Kayla, was stunned to see the bodies strewn all around. They also saw Burt's corpse, who'd died a gruesome death as well. They gulped before eyeing Ashton with even greater respect.

In the criteria of reason, justice and law, Savannah and Charles were unforgivable for their crimes. On the bed, Hayden's lips were dry and cracked, so William dipped a cotton swab in water to dab at his chapped lips. Footsteps came from outside the door, and Marcus came in. "Sir, the police found Ashley's corpse in the reservoir in the countryside. It's already rotting."

In the two weeks, she looked like she had aged two years. Elisa and George were not doing any better. Finally, on the 14th day, when they were about to withdraw the search, the police found a body. It had been on the water for three to four days at least and was unrecognizable. The DNA and the things in the pocket proved that it was indeed William. The Dayne, Scott, Brown, and Gray family held the joint funeral in as low-key a manner as possible. Only the closest friends and family were present.

“No… How can this be?” William’s eyes widened in shock, and his chest heaved. The cold air almost made everyone freeze where they stood, but he ran over to me like a madman. My eyes were wide open, and my hand was reaching for the door. It was evident that I was in agony. “Violet… No!” He held my corpse like a madman and roared, “Stop standing there, and call the doctor!” The people exchanged glances but did not move. All of them knew that I was already dead.

William was deeply moved by Thorne's actions. When he turned back, he found that Thorne had already closed his eyes peacefully. However, that handsome and invincible face had no trace of color, resembling a dead person. William couldn't help but shudder, and no wonder Thorne had arranged everything so well. It turned out that the body became so lifeless after the soul left. He couldn't help but poke Thorne's body with his finger and found that he had become somewhat stiff. If it had been a longer period of time, wouldn't he have really become rigid?

Remembering Troy, I began to battle to take control. When I succeeded, I quickly said. " William, empty the estate, He has consumed Troy and left an infected body under the bed hurr..." I couldn't finish when Nifrem took over again. " How do you manage, Wolf? Your mate is stubborn," Nifrem commented, and I saw hurt in William's eyes. I saw his eyes glaze over for a few seconds and figured he was giving the order to clear the estate and find the infected body. As long as they did not touch it with their bare flesh when disposing of it, they were safe.

A collective gasp echoed through the hall. William scoffed, breaking the momentary silence. "Another dramatic ploy for attention, no doubt. Just like her sister's fake suicide." He spat the words with venom. "William!" Victoria admonished, but her voice lacked genuine reproach. "It's not a trick, Young Master Morgan," the guard insisted. "I saw her myself. She's gone." William's face contorted with rage. "Then dispose of the body. Throw it in the snow for the scavengers. She's no longer worthy of the Morgan name."