William Afton's Daughter Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

All this was more than enough for her. Until, it was tragically taken away. Her father left in the afternoon for grocery. An hour later, a police officer came knocking at their door. Aurelia greeted. “Is this the residence of William Connor?” “Yes” she replied softly. “Are you his daughter?” She took a little pause. “Yes” “Is your mother at home?” “I don’t uhm- she passed away when I was little. Is everything alright?”

"You don't have to look anymore. She's dead." "What did you say?" William shouted. "Richard, are you insane? What the hell are you doing?" "You liked her, didn't you?" Dad said flatly as he dragged him toward the basement. "She's dead. Aren't you supposed to follow her? Are you afraid? Don't worry, I'll make it easier for you." William cursed and struggled, but he was too weak to do anything. All he could do was watch helplessly as Dad tied him up. "Rae grew up right in front of you. She called you Will every time she saw you. What grudge could you possibly have? Why would you harm my daughter? She was only 18!"

complained William when he sees his daughter tears up his money. While her little daughter is none other than Wilona, lets out her grip. "Hoo. Hooo. hoo" she said as if she didn't care what her father said. William growls in anger, his beloved daughter is really able to make him boil the blood. "Would you love to rip off daddy's money that much?" said William with a frustrated sigh. "You want to make your daddy go bankrupt? why do you have to behave exactly like your mommy, uh?" he said later, and who would have thought that the woman mentioned is hearing it.

It was always something to stare at. "What did they do to Tech and Simeon? Tell me where they are!" My wolf spoke and I echoed. For the record, I was to jump on to Abigail and hug her so tightly and perhaps kiss her for a long time, but my wolf disagreed. She infact was the very daughter of the wicked man Sullivan. Nothing could change that fact. She definitely must have joined in the war and killing of my people. "Nathan, it's me. You don't remember?" She asked suddenly expressing an emotionally confused state.

The leather groaned under the weight of William's collapse. "Dora confessed..." William's voice broke, "to killing my wife." Dr. West stood abruptly, the chair scraping angrily against the floor. "What the fuck do you mean she confessed?" His steps were a predator's circle, caged fury barely leashed. "She even tried to kill my granddaughter Bella... My little girl’s daughter’s almost died because of her." William's confession spilled out, raw and ragged. "I sent her away the day she came back from jail. Avery left with that monster."

To the guard she said: “You may leave now. I will report this to my husband.” “But–” the guard tried to protest. “If he asks about it before then, tell him you are still making your findings.” “Samuel Wolfe's daughter? How?” She murmured as the guard left. She still found it hard to believe. As long as she remembered, the only daughter of Samuel Wolfe who could be of this age was long dead. The known Samuel Wolfe's daughter. As a matter of fact, she personally confirmed the girl's death. And the late girl looked nothing like Scarlett.

William said, his tone rising. "I never said he stabbed him, and I'm not trying to deny it either. All I'm saying is that Drexton made me do it." "Ma'am, you had better take your daughter out of here, else I will lock her back up," William said in a dismissive tone.

"I'm glad you are interested. Her name is Nicolette Lyiora Atlas's daughter. Their family used to be the second biggest before a problem with William occurred" "What kind of problem?" "Well, the most I can tell you is that William is a very selfish individual without a care in the world for anyone. He poisoned his own wife and harmed his granddaughter. That's why they've been in hiding, and while this event is big, we'll be keeping your wife's name a secret to prevent William from knowing her whereabouts." "Gonna be hard to keep it concealed, especially with our family." "Your grandfather already set up a sniper and a large amount of security outside and in."