William Afton Death Novels & Stories

Until the third day, the old man couldn't take more and his poor heart lost its beating after a heart attack. " I killed him. " That was all, I said to Cupcake. She didn't say anything but I think her eyes sparked with the same passion as mine. Revenge. We freed our little angel. We took our baby murderers' lives. The next day police found the dead body of Mr. Altaf at the end of the cliff and the local newspaper had the headline, The famous businessman, Mr. Altaf died at the hand of the serial killer.

Could it be that this parson was sent by Hudson to kill them and that include himself but they didn't see him. Mr. William actually die in two days while he was in the hospital and it was confirmed to him that his father was poisoned. He went to the room and finally came to realise that the person was actually a lady because the drinks was a black label and they were two glasses in a tray with a half and full drinks.

She banged her head repeatedly against the floor. I looked down at her from above, cold and unfeeling, and tossed a business card onto the ground. "There's a brick kiln in the northwest—hard labor, room and board included. With your strength, fifty years of work might just pay off your debts." Her face went pale. She collapsed in despair, utterly broken. Satisfied, I turned and walked toward the city's largest morgue. William lay on a cold iron slab, his body glazed in frost. Everyone—including the Stafford family—assumed he was dead.

"I just want to know where Grace and Sophia are. Three years ago, I left too quickly to get justice. Now that I’m back, I won’t leave until they’ve paid for what they did." Satan nodded. "There’s no rush. Whatever you want, I’ll take care of it for you. You don’t have to lift a finger." The next morning, Satan drove her to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. William was buried in a peaceful, serene place, with an evergreen tree standing beside his grave, still vibrant even in the winter. On the gravestone was a photo of William as a young man, looking no older than twenty. "Bert said this was the only photo he could find."

"You stood in the woods while he threatened to send the police in." "I let Vance think I was on his side so he would bring his security team here," Arthur said, taking a ragged breath. "I needed those cars blocking the driveway to draw William's secondary crew out into the open road. If Vance hadn't shown up, William's men would have burned this house down from the back woods two hours ago." Clara took a step forward from the sofa, her dark eyes sharp. "William is dead, Arthur. He died on Highway 9 in the back of a police sedan."

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.

“It’s been a month. You didn’t even visit me once. Jade, do you really not love me anymore? The past decade…” “I’m pregnant.” William’s face immediately fell. It was then that he truly realized that I would no longer love him. I had completely given up on him. Then, William set Luna Residence on fire and died in the fire. He got someone to send me a letter, and he wrote a long apology. I did not have the patience to read, so I tossed it in the bin. But Austin saw it. He was so pissed that he threw William’s ashes into a ditch. “You’re still wanting my wife to think of you when you’re dead? Dream on!

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.

"Mr. Lawrence's body is currently at the funeral parlor. You're free to deal with it however you want. Apart from this matter, I actually need your help with something else, Master Watson..." William then recounted his ambush by the Harrigans and told Carter about how Quentin had died heroically in battle. After listening to the story, Carter sneered and said, "The Harrigans are just an ordinary family in the city. How dare they?! I'll go and meet them myself. "You got my word, Cooper. I'll go to Crescent Lake on your behalf and beat the crap out of the guy." "I appreciate your help, Master Watson, but I'm worried if it's just the three of you—" William said worriedly.

He died believing he had failed. He did not fail. He was blocked. Every investigator he hired was redirected. Every lead was closed before he could reach it. The man who is responsible for that incident is the same man who oversaw the road project in Connecticut. James Ashford murdered your father. I am not uncertain the way Victoria was uncertain. I am telling you what I know. James told Marcus at the restaurant—the night in the photograph—that a child with Castellano blood would never carry the Ashford name while he was alive. Marcus told me about that night when he came home. He said James had looked at him across the table with the absolute calm of a man who has already decided the outco