William Afton's Daughter Novels & Stories

’ Ragnar growled slowly. "And her mother?" I coldly asked William. Though I tried so hard to appear indifferent, my hands tightened around my glass. "In a state of shock as to what had happened to her daughter." William answered simply, he took a sip of his wine as his eyes wandered around the surrounding. "For all we know she might already be dead. But was banishing her really necessary? You could have just punished her, Asher" I sighed in irritation. Why is everyone asking me the same question like I committed a big crime in doing the right thing for myself and the Nightfall pack?

My mind raced, trying to catch up. "Your daughter, Abby, is currently safe and with Mr. William. They will be flying back to New York tonight. Please rest assured. Mr. William is not available to speak right now, but he asked me to inform you directly. He will contact you personally as soon as he's able." I was speechless. The world around me seemed to go silent. Abby was with William? How? Why? I had tried calling him before, but he didn't pick up. I had thought... I had thought he was done helping me. After all, he wasn't some kind of savior, and I had dragged him into my broken life over and over.

in a room full of werewolves. "Yes?" He asked softly. "I sent out a missing person's report for Jossie. Go down to the station and keep an ear on what progress they've made in the other territories as to finding my daughter." I heard Luna April demanding a voice, seeming to authorize Beta's slack. He would get to have a nice and relaxing desk job until they find that stupid girl. At least I won't be tasked with hunting down the cursed one. "And, the funeral for William will be tomorrow afternoon. So find time to get your suit dry cleaned." William sighed heavily before hanging up the phone on her.

"Just moments ago, you said she stole your daughter. You begged me to deliver justice on your behalf. And now, you say you didn't know?" Cedric bowed so low and so hard that his forehead split against the stone, and blood ran freely down his face. "I know what I've done! Please, I know what I've done!" Seraphina was still pinned to the ground, still struggling. "My daughter... My daughter... Give me back my daughter..." Mother spoke then, her voice quiet. "I buried the child outside the city walls. The headstone bears only the name 'Daughter of Sinclair.' If you wish to see it, I can have someone take you there tomorrow."

The owner glanced up, shifting his gaze between me and the fleeting flash of a vintage family photo on his screen. He muttered under his breath, “Y’know, you bear an uncanny resemblance to the Bellandi Donna in that old picture from the 2000s. Could you possibly be her daughter? Just kidding. How could the Donna's daughter ever have her card declined? Oh. I believe you have enough money to pay for the dress, don’t you?” I offered him a faint, noncommittal smile and pulled a handful of cash from my wallet to settle the bill. In that instant, a sharp, cramping pain surged through my abdomen.

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

She stood tall. On fire. Alive. Her daughter was coming home.

"I don't think it’s that black and white. You're not related to her. Even though you babysat her, and she called you uncle, you were still just a friend, Tor. That's what you have to focus on. You're a friend who helped your friends take care of their kid because they were only fifteen years old when they had her. You were just a kid yourself. You pretty much grew up with her. None of this is a normal situation, so how could there have been a normal result?" I lean my elbows on the table and put my pounding head in my hands. "I don't know. I just want us to be able to be together and be happy, but I feel like people will crucify me." "Stop beating yourself up, Toren. You haven't done anythin

The other man moved besides me, "Haven't you heard?, it's been the gossip for the folks here and in town. They also say she is haunted by a vampire, Dracula." "Are you certain she's aurora's child?" I asked looking at him with hope. "Yes and a while back both Zayn and the girl journeyed to Ashborn." I fell to my knees when muttered those words. She was alive. My daughter.....my daughter was alive and being haunted by a vampire. I couldn't stay a day longer. I had to leave. I needed to see her I needed to see my daughter