William Afton Real Life Death 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 thought you were dead, William. I came back from school and found your house empty. They said you up and left just like that. It hurt me but at least, you were free from our town.” “I couldn't tell you because it happened to me unexpectedly. And then I tried to send you letters.” He said. “What letters?” I asked, raising a brow. “I don't think you ever got them. You moved a while after, didn't you?” Williams asked. “And what do you mean you thought I was dead?” “Right before I left, there was a rumor that you were dead. They said you'd been involved in a ghastly accident. I didn't have a phone or anything so, I believed what everyone in town was talking about. We held a candlelight servic

I was supposed to do fifteen in total. I had just finished the left side and was about to start the right when the variety show ended and the programme suddenly cut to breaking news. A man’s body had washed up on the shore. The police identified him as Frank Vance, an ex-convict. His death was ruled as misadventure. I stared at the screen, at my father’s mug shot. Death by misadventure? Frank hated the sea. What would he be doing near the water? Ashton had told me he’d sent people to look for Frank. Had they found him? Was his death... Ashton’s doing?

Jack was originally a dentist and this time, he returned to his hometown to open a dental clinic and then get married and have children, according to his mother's wishes. - What's the matter, Mr. William? Your face looks bad. – Aurora was worried because William's rosy face turned pale. - Jack's already dead. - William said while wiping his tears. - What did you just say? Did he die? Why? – She asked a lot because she couldn't believe her ears. - He had a traffic accident this morning. I have to go to that hospital now. He doesn't have any relatives left. William got in the car and left for a long time, but Aurora still thought this was just a dream.

Alissa Police said the death of my stepfather was caused by an animal, his body was disfigured, almost unrecognizable. The strangest fact is that I didn't hear any noise indicating that William was being attacked, the whole house was silent, we live in a large city where there are no forests, so like a bear or a wolf could enter the house and kill him ? There is something wrong in this story. I was taken to the police station the day after his death, they asked dozens of questions as if I had murdered him, the police glances thought me, but how could I do such an atrocity? I was released, since they had nothing against me.

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.

"Dad, is my life really that worthless to you? Or, should I say that you're just hoping I'd die a little sooner? "After all, once I'm dead, you and your precious son can rightfully pocket all of the shares, assets, and property that Mom left me, right?" Every word I said was like a knife to his heart. Dad broke down completely and fell to the ground on his butt, his face completely ashen as he mumbled cinder his breath continuously. "I didn't… I never did…" Meanwhile, William seemed to have forcibly calmed himself down after the initial shock. "So what if you came back alive, Wilfred? Did you really think that you could bring us down just by a recording or two from god-knows-where?

"That indicates, you are weaker and far behind in his mindset." "I just want to see him suffer for the rest of his life, before I eliminate him." "Oh yeah? Or maybe you can't touch it? So you're in so much trouble?" sneered Jonas back. Bruckckkk .... Afkar Savire opened William's study with a bang, surprising William and Jonas. "What is it?" asked William, seeing Afkar gasping for breath. "You look panicked," Jonas said. "Diana Catwalk was found horribly dead in the woods a week ago."

"But it changes nothing. You're still going to die. William is still going to suffer. And I'm still going to finally get what I deserve." Outside, tires screeched. A car door slammed. William burst through the warehouse entrance, chest heaving, eyes wild with fear. "Lucy!" He froze when he saw the scene. Grace tied up. Brad with a gun. Webb in the shadows. Lucy standing alone in the middle. "William, don't," Lucy said. "He's going to kill us all." "No," Brad said, suddenly calm again. "Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story."

“I just received the autopsy results from my forensic team regarding Professor Anderson's death case. The results are less than pleasant. I hate to say it, but it was already obvious that my guess hit the nail on the head. Shit!” Luckily for her, Bianca and Erna were not in William's class. She was not entirely sure what Bianca would do if she were in the same class as William. The last time Bianca was in the same room as William, her best friend almost exposed her own identity in front of all ordinary humans as a vampire.