William Afton Inside Springtrap Novels & Stories

"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 apologized, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay," He paused for a brief few seconds "I will open your chains, okay?" "Yes," I said eagerly, making James chuckle at my enthusiasm. Can you blame me, I have been chained like a domestic dog. He took out a small key from his pocket before crouching down next to my leg. He slides the key inside of the lock with ease before twisting it. A small click was heard. I thought he would get up now, but he removed the chains from my ankle and gently massaged the area where a bruise had started to appear.

What I did not expect was that even the two thugs from back then were hired by Greyson. Both of them confessed to what had happened at that time. Later, my life returned to normal. The next time I heard news about Greyson, a long time had already passed. It was the news of his suicide. Although the Tromp family was bankrupt, they were still powerful. They still brought Greyson out of prison, but Greyson committed suicide on the day he was released. When I saw the news, I felt only surprise before I subconsciously swiped away.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

“We finish this tonight.” --- The Trap is Set The underground garage was eerily silent, the kind of stillness that precedes a storm. Darwin leaned against a sleek black SUV, arms crossed as he surveyed the space. “Are you sure he’ll take the bait?” Fiona adjusted the tiny earpiece in her ear. “William can’t resist feeling like he has the upper hand. When he hears I’m here alone, he’ll come.” Marcus’s voice crackled over the comms. “Cameras are live. I’ve got eyes on all possible entry points.”

His best man, GRAYSON, was rigid at the foot of the bed, turned away from him. "You had one job," William growled. "One damn job." Grayson's mouth felt dry. "We had them cornered, sir. We didn't expect—" "You didn't expect?" William bellowed, his voice ringing off the walls. "Of course you didn't expect. Because you're a idiot, Grayson." Grayson winced. "She went into a trap. Alone. And still came out alive." William punched his fist against the metal table next to his bed. The clang reverberated.

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

"I saw the way you worked, Will. You didn't even use a search engine. You just... knew where he was going to step next." "Because I’ve stepped there before," William replied. He looked out at the village, where life was returning to normal. "But next time, Stefan, you’re going to be the one to set the trap. We’re going to rewrite the local protocols so that even a Thorne can’t get in without your permission."

If you want to save your child's father from jail, be mine just once. - Never! I spat through gritted teeth. A devilish smile played on his lips. “That's what we're going to see. He looked back at Athos . “For the record, if anything happens to me, I have people who will make sure you rot in prison. "Out of here, you mangy mutt!" Get out of my way before I kill you! Athos continued screaming and struggling, trying to free himself from the security guards, until William turned his back on us and headed for the exit door, leaving the house with the clothes on his back.

She stumbled slightly on loose gravel, and William caught her arm. “You’re bleeding,” he said, voice taut with worry. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, though her hand pressed against the wound. “I’m fine.” Sofia glanced back, flashlight bobbing. “We need to keep moving. The depot is half a mile ahead. After that… who knows.” Adrian scanned their rear, jaw tight. “They’re driving us there on purpose. This smells like a trap.” William’s eyes narrowed. “It is a trap. But it’s the only path left.”