William Afton Inside Springtrap Novels & Stories

Like we weren’t scarred by war, betrayal, and blood. I clutched the door handle, heart hammering. William was inside. Rested. Calm. Still healing but stable enough for this moment. He didn’t know she was coming. I wanted it that way. He needed to feel the shock of joy. After everything… he deserved it. “Ready?” I asked, glancing back at Ashton who had Trisha slung over his shoulder upside down like a potato sack. She was giggling uncontrollably, smacking his back and shouting “I’m not cargo!”

"Exactly. And if something happens to me, everyone will think I was mentally unstable. Just like Catherine." William reached out and took her hand, gripping it tightly. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let it." "You can't promise that." "Yes, I can." William's eyes blazed with determination. "Because I'm done being reactive. I'm done waiting for whoever's behind this to make their next move. We're going on the offensive." "What do you mean?" "I mean we're going to set a trap." William released her hand and wheeled himself to his desk, pulling out his laptop. "I have a business function tonight. The Ashcroft Foundation's annual fundraiser. It's expected that you'll attend with me."

We are now facing each other. I hold her hands and pull her closer to me. Her neck is very close to my lips now. The thoughts of Nala came flashing. Her beautiful smile. Her cute lips. Her body. Her mild disposition. I can’t do this to her. I turn away from Kimberly and face the crowd. "I, Donald Nathan Richardo, have my Erasthai, and I refuse to mark another woman who isn't mine," I say. There are whispers, gasps, and shocked expressions.

Another shot rang out, and I crawled behind a nearby car, my heart hammering in my chest. “Stay down, Sophia!” William shouted. I turned to see him standing outside the Audi, his own gun drawn. He fired twice, forcing the men to retreat into their car. “Sophia, move!” William yelled, sprinting toward me. I scrambled to my feet, but the car was closing in too fast. Just as I braced for impact, William tackled me, throwing us both to the side. We hit the pavement hard, pain exploding in my shoulder, but the car missed us by inches.

She had no idea what I had planned for her. But before that, I had to take care of the little problem called William. I had been ignoring his antics, but this time he had crossed the line. He had laid hands on something which was mine. I dialled a phone number and inquired. "Where is he?" "We've been keeping an eye on him at home. Since we brought him home, he hasn't left." From the opposite side, Clifton said. "All right," I said as I hung up the phone.

William relaxed back requiring. "We're going to take the venue to the forest, away from the public, and so we could have a home to return to when we're done. Then we'll get everything, weapons, weaknesses, materials I mean everything useful to down an immortal. Set variety of traps in the venue. Mines with strap silver sharp objects to explode at random, then traps of auto firing wooden stakes and bullets, vervain, wolfsbayne. We just have to make several traps, stage after stage till we have them extra weak and a number we can face combative." "How old are you again?" William asked rising from his relaxation.

"Did you hear that? Afton meant well..." Vivian scoffed. "Are you still going to lie to yourself? It doesn't matter. I've already called the police. Once they arrive, everything will come to light." After that, she stopped wasting words and gave the bodyguards a look. When Afton was dragged away by force, he was still struggling. "Mia, save me! They're framing me! Ryan, you low-life! You set me up!" I removed the tiny bug from my collar. When Mia saw it, she understood everything. She rushed over with red eyes and grabbed my collar. "You set up a trap for Afton?!"

William's foot pressed down on the gas pedal, a silent plea for speed, for answers. Finally, the prison yard came into view, the tall fences and imposing structure starkly contrasted with the surrounding wilderness. William pulled up to the entrance, his heart pounding. The prison officials quickly met him and the guard, who ushered them inside a small, dimly lit room. Seated around a table were the captured wolf hunters, their expressions ranging from defiance to unease. William's eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto a table where the confiscated items were spread out. Among them was a familiar pendant, one he recognized as belonging to his sister.

Saya also slept with relief. Next day, Gatlin complete his work and drive to his new base, to see Ashford’s situation, he has to release him soon as Ford is finding his son every were. Before going in front of Ashford, Gatlin asked his man to make him unconscious so that Ashford will not understand it was his mans who captured him.

“We go in there together, but you follow my instructions deal?” She nodded a glimmer of trust in her eyes, deepening my guard. Driving back, Carter called, his voice strained. “The enforcer brought him to a warehouse—west side, old industrial area. But, Stefan, it’s rigged. Motion sensors, explosives. It’s a trap.” I clutched the steering wheel and Valenticia’s eyes burned a hole in me. “Clara’s over there,” said she, her voice strong and without fear. “We have to go.”