William Afton Death Novels & Stories

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

Carla asked as she watched William turn around the moment they entered the living room. "I'm going out for a walk. You should go to bed early." William said. He just wanted to go to the backyard. As he stood by the wooden tombstone that Crista had built, William's heart ached. He recalled that Crista had gone crazy living here and had tried to commit suicide, and that William had forcefully kept her alive. But she had disappeared in the end. He was the reason behind it all. Would he ever get the chance to make it up to her?

"But it changes nothing. You're still going to die. William is still going to suffer. And I'm still going to finally get what I deserve." Outside, tires screeched. A car door slammed. William burst through the warehouse entrance, chest heaving, eyes wild with fear. "Lucy!" He froze when he saw the scene. Grace tied up. Brad with a gun. Webb in the shadows. Lucy standing alone in the middle. "William, don't," Lucy said. "He's going to kill us all." "No," Brad said, suddenly calm again. "Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story."

"Then I'll have someone prepare it for you?" "No, dad, come with me. I have something to say to you." Seeing Callum's expression, Fandrey knew that it was an important matter. He immediately got up and followed Callum to the study room. Callum said slowly after closing the door, "Dad, I came back to meet William, I suspect that William has something to do with David's death!" "Are you out of your mind?" Fandrey looked at Callum in shock. "I'm not out of my mind. In the afternoon before the accident, William's men were tracking David, then something happened to David that night. I suspect that it was William's men who killed him."

Still, if Lucien had heard correctly, then Waverly was finally trying to make good on his threat. Ashton could still hear Waverly's cruel shout from the shore opposite them after they fished Charles out from the river. "You'll pay! Each and every one you! Not one of you rogues will know peace or a long life! Do you hear me? You are all damned!" Their enemy had been clutching the body of the man who'd died. It was a sight Ashton couldn't erase from his mind, nor the guilt lurking behind it. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps they were damned.

"But he is not really gone. He is in every decision you make. Every person you protect. Every moment you choose to stay instead of run." She was right. Colt was not gone. Not completely. He lived in me. In this club. In the legacy we would build together. The phone rang. I answered. "Ms. Carter?" An unfamiliar voice. "This is Detective Morrison. NYPD. I am calling about William Cross." "What about him?" "He was killed three hours ago. Stabbed in his cell. Forty-seven times." Morrison paused. "We are investigating, but... I thought you should know. He is gone. For good this time."

After a while, the sound of police cars started sounding from afar, breaking the gunfire and demanding William's retreat. As his car drove off, William had no idea if Samuel could have survived all those bullets. But he desperately prayed that he didn't. Two days after the shootout, he didn't hear anything. Then words came from the police that Samuel Curtez was found dead in one of the hotel rooms. William was all but happy about this news until he received a letter from his mail two nights after the news of his death. In the letter was written: "don't think this is over, Willy, cause it's not. And I will come for you."

The accused, William Snow, had been taken into custody the following morning. Raymond was found by the guards on night patrol at the East Wing, who rushed to the scene of the crime when a loud noise was heard. Raymond was declared DOA at the Langford Heights Hospital, which he was rushed to immediately. The cause of death was excessive bleeding owed to a bullet in the chest that also punctured a lung.' I hastily checked few other articles, hoping and praying that something different would turn up. But they all said the same thing. The same story. The stories even matched the official autopsy report.

he crossed his arms over his chest, focussing all his attention on the Beta. “Among them were Cybel and Lecter Atterman, or as the man was more commonly known, Dean Atterman- the leader of The Academy and the man responsible for the deaths of thousands of werewolves around the world.” Will’s eyes widened. “I thought he died in prison.” Ethan wondered, taking the words straight out of Will’s mouth. “That’s what we thought, but besides the fact that I’d know that bastard anywhere, we just got a hit on his fingerprints off the national criminal database.” Will shook his head in disbelief, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, so you blame them for your brother’s death right?” “Yes, I do. If they had refused to let him go he wouldn’t have gone with Roman on one of his jobs. Things went wrong, Roman was being set up by his own men and William got caught in the crossfire. They were both killed, their bodies cut up and burned. We had a funeral for my brother but there wasn’t a body to put in the casket.”