William Afton Novels & Stories

He gave a light bow and turned to press his phone. 'What are you doing here, boss? I read his message and scoffed. As*hole. 'The same thing you're doing here dummy, now answer my question. I fumed as I send the message. 'Well… That's William, my Dad. I read, and my eyes bulged immediately. William? The same William? He's popular known in the whole San Francisco, he's a notorious criminal but trust me he has never been caught before- he would always escape his crimes.

That's when an idea popped up in his head, his lips curled into a smile as he thought "I will make him give his hope up before this week that he could have already decided that he will never get my Kate!" "I don't know what happened to Ashton, and why he bought something like that?! I thought he has sense! what if a man come out of nowhere and said that he was once in love with his runaway Mate and they are going to be together? The first thing he could have done is kill that person but when it comes to others, then his thinking capacity will be different!" William said with a sigh, as he can't think that made any sense yesterday.

" Can I meet her now, Aunt?" " No. William locked the door of his bedroom. Nobody is allowed to go in. Also don't worry about her. William doesn't like her at all. So it's your chance. You know what I mean, right?" She smirks... " I understand " She smiles confidently... " Where is William now?" " Maybe in the graveyard! He doesn't miss visiting his fiancée!" In the graveyard... William sits on the soft grass, in front of the gravestone, a name beautifully curved into a platinum plate, " Odette Anderson " on it. Placing two white chrysanthemums on it, he just keeps staring at the photo of Odette.

“We share a connection… and the bed’s big?” “Do you cook?” William asked him, tone sharp as a sword. Ashton nodded solemnly. “Yes.” “Can you fight?” “Very well.” “Would you die for my mom and sister?” “Without hesitation.” William nodded. “Okay. You can stay.” I blinked. “That’s it?” He turned to me with the most serious face I’d ever seen on a five-year-old. “But if he breaks your heart, I’m going to drain his blood and trap his soul in a demon fox. Just so you know.”

As the primary witness, I revealed every one of Afton's crimes. Afton's expression grew darker and darker until he completely broke down, screaming wildly as he pointed at me. "Yes! I did it! It was all because of this low-life! He stole my woman! I wanted to destroy him! That old woman deserved to die! Who told her to take in this low-life?"

he sits me on his lap in the bath. “I love you, Wyatt, things will work out, I just couldn’t keep this from you,” guilt is eating at me even more than before. “I love you, my little wolf,” he kisses my forehead. “We have to get going soon baby, the Blood Moon is rising in approximately an hour,” Wyatt smiled. “Thanks for reminding me,” I growl, rolling my eyes. “That leaves me enough time to get your mind right back off of it,” he lifts me up out of the water, laying me flat on the cold tile floor, my ass at the edge of the tub where his face hovers over my pussy.

Estelle POV “Be careful how you talk to me, boy. I killed my brother and his wife; I can kill you too and get away with it, so keep your mouth shut,” Adolf threatened, standing close to William. Then he walked away from him. Adolf would have never imagined what happened next, as William had suddenly stabbed him in the back with his dagger. I watched as William twisted the knife, plunging it deep into his back. I waited for Shadow to come out to defend his master, but Shadow wasn’t here. Adolf fell to the floor, but William didn’t stop there; he continued stabbing him with rage clear in his eyes.

"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."