William Afton Corpse Novels & Stories

I continued. “Just like with Fallon…not exactly, but they stole her father’s lifework too and almost killed him,” Ben commented. I nodded, agreeing with him. “William’s wife was killed and then he went in hiding and in some way made it seem like he was dead too.” “That explains why there’s even a death certificate for him,” Ben said mostly to himself. “Damn…” It was a lot to unpack.

"Pillow over her face. Looks like she panicked in the dark and somehow suffocated herself. Medical examiners will call it accidental." "That works," Vanessa agreed. Though the image of holding a pillow over Cora's face while she struggled made her stomach turn slightly. "Call me when it is done," James ordered. "I want confirmation before morning. Then dispose of the body. Somewhere remote. Somewhere it will take years to find if it is ever found at all." "Where did you have in mind?" Vanessa asked. "There is a construction site forty miles north," James said. "New commercial development. They are pouring foundation concrete tomorrow morning. Put her body in the pit tonight. By tomorrow afte

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.

Linux wondered whether he believed him or not. "In that case, it seems like we won't be able to salvage your plane." Having said that, William turned sharply and walked away. His subordinates began to clean up the place. The darkness of night had come to an end, and light began to break out from the edge of the sky. William's men cleaned up the airfield, carting away the ZF organization's members' corpses as well as a broken dildo. Although it was awkward and rather inappropriate, that thing still had the Hex's blood splattered all over from when it hit his skull, so it was classified as important evidence and stowed away carefully.

Lucia said, and she left Alfonso because of the tensed atmosphere around him, and she made his way to her duty post, “Alfonso, how do we do those dead bodies?“ Jackson asked, “I don't trust Collins or Craig, they might Inform police about the bloody war” he explained, “You are right, I will called someone to find a place to bury them all” Alfonso retorted, “It's better you make haste with anything you planned to do with them, and you needs more arms” Jackson said, “Yeah, you are right,” Alfonso said, and he stood up, his heart skipping and pounding, and he was confused

I know this for sure. “Where’s the body now?” I asked. “We’ve sent a message to the Andersons. I think they would be here any moment to claim the body.” The heel of his hands rubbed his forehead. “I’m very certain trouble will brew when they get here.” “Why do you think so? The body was found in the sea. It must have been brought down here by the current.” Westby shook his head. “I hope they would take that explanation. Lois Wold said something about the dead body belonging to the butler who used to work for Late Alpha Ashley. He's name is Vik.”

"Ethan is dead. William stood guard at the door. When I came back to deal with him after I gave you a ride, I found his body on the floor." “A murder mystery behind a closed door. It doesn't sound too fancy though. Did you think that William is your killer?" Clive shook his head as he turned the corner.

"William, spit it out! Or are you begging for a business trip to some remote place?" William sucked in a breath, then blurted out, "No, sir—Wendy… she's dead." Silence. Total silence. Even I heard it. The words were so clear. No wonder William had sounded so scared—he'd opened the cabin. After suffering a day and a night of torment, my limbs were bent unnaturally, and my bones were snapped. Blood had pooled beneath me like a lake. My eyes… were just hollow sockets now. Even I was afraid of what I looked like.

He guessed that the man had been killed here. But what about the woman? Where was her body? And the guy’s head? He scanned the ground around the corpse; no trail of blood led away from the body. While he pondered the questions, the forensic unit arrived, a three-man team headed by Felix Simonton, a short, wiry man in his late fifties with whom Conner had worked many times. Conner used the team’s arrival to move away from the corpse. He was glad to see Simonton, who was the best the department had.

Richard Ashford's body disappeared from the morgue thirty-six hours after his confirmed death. "Explain to me how a corpse with a bullet through its heart just walks away." Arnold stood in the empty examination room, staring at the vacant steel table. "The medical examiner confirmed death. We had guards posted. Cameras everywhere." The morgue attendant, a nervous man in his fifties, pulled up security footage. "See for yourself. Two AM. The guards step away for exactly four minutes. Bathroom break. Coffee. When they return, the body is gone."