William Afton Real Life Death Novels & Stories

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

With those words, the line goes dead and I move the phone from my ear, staring at it with furrowed brows. "Who was it? Is everything alright?" Ashley asks in a soft voice and I turn to her. "Yes, it's nothing. Forget about it. Where were you—" "Sinclair, " she calls, and I smile. "It's nothing, Ashley. I promise. " "You sounded angry, babe. And you mentioned Mike. What does he want? " Sighing, I stalk towards the bed and fall on it. "It wasn't Mike, Ashley. " I groan, dragging my palm down my face. "It was the man who works for him. William. Seems like something bad happened. He said he's dying. "

Robert Griffin. The doctor as well gave a suiting report after his fake autopsy that Funmilayo's father's death was a naturally caused accident. Funimlayo accepted the report and believed that her father died in a natural accident and she blamed herself countless times for being the principal cause of her father's death.

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."

Brent's tone finally eased slightly. However, no one expected him to die the very next night. The official cause was a relapse of an old illness. Rescue efforts failed. On the day of the funeral, William stood in black at the front of the mourning hall, his face blank. He looked at the coffin without a trace of grief, as if the man lying there were nothing more than a stranger. The Wyndham family, however, could not remain still. After the funeral, Elvira's father, Rowan Wyndham, came to see him in person. Between the lines, he tried to persuade William to delay the divorce.

CHAPTER 42 AUTHORESS’S POV Even on those rare rainy days where New York experience a heavy downpour, there have never been such gloom. Williams sat in an open coffin as the Rev sprinkled holy water and said some prayers that nobody seemed to be listening to. Everyone was shocked, it wasn’t a matter of grief this time, well Emberlynn of course and her father’s close staff were in grief but for the rest of the thousand plus it was shock. The great William Smith tripped over his feet in his mansion and fell to his instant death that was what the hospital staff said, there was no chance of survival, it was instant, he didn’t have a chance at life after that fall.

"William is dead. He was poisoned." The room fell silent, the only sound was Ava's sharp intake of breath. Luke's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. Ava's mind reeled, refusing to accept the news. William, the man who was their only chance of finding out who was behind all this was dead? No, it can’t be. It had been that he had been already poisoned all his way to them. Ava's voice trembled. "Who...who could have done this?" "We don't know yet, but we'll find out. I promise you that." Stanley's face was grim. “Still, I think he was already poisoned when we were with him. Maybe his chasers did that to him, I presume.”

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.

“My mother died in an accident and they—“ “Do you know the cause of the accident? Someone caused trouble in your mother’s car, the brakes failed and the car went into a ravine, the accident was never investigated for what caused it, and Evan never came to his wife’s grave, have you ever seen flowers there? I don’t think so, did you just find out about all this? Evan did that because your mother caught him making out with my wife in his office, and do you know why my wife and son died?” Billy said, William who was shocked to hear that almost couldn’t answer him. “Fire…” William said in a low voice.

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"