William Afton X Reader Novels & Stories

"The tomb in the forest, I was there and I heard everything." Julian went after him heading towards the nearest side of the woods. "Well, next time I'll be needing privacy," Julian said. "That reminds me," William turned and faces him. "I saw from distance the way you looked at Audrey, vibe anything?" "She's extraordinary, not sure what kind but she is," he replied. William immediately released his sharp claws from his fingers and his eyes glowed red with breaks and cracks of dark veins around his eyes. "Well, let's go find out, shall we?" William suggested making a move.

After that bloody encounter with Sophia, William and I decided to bring Francine into our room. “William…” He hugged me so tight and kissed my head after a very exhausting day for us. He had gone away again to look for my cure, for our cure but looking at his expression, I knew that it was just another failure. “I know you are probably beating yourself up but I want to tell you that you are doing good, Alana. You are doing pretty good.” I looked up from sniffing and tiptoed to kiss his neck. “How can you still read my mind when we already lost our mated connection? How can you always read me like a blank slate, William?”

“I’m used to pain. I’ll heal.” William’s expression hardened. “No, hunter. You should be dead already. His bite should have killed you within hours.” The words sank like stones in her stomach. She said nothing, though her mind raced, searching for answers that didn’t exist. William tilted his head, studying her with a kind of quiet fascination. “You are interesting. A contradiction. You bleed like a hunter, yet you live like something more.” His hand brushed against the bars, fingers curling around them, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. “I will visit again in a few days. The Wolf King will want to see you, interrogate you. Until then… survive.”

Xeno offered but I shook my head gently and left them all at the campfire. While thinking a lot of things in my head and walking slowly a little farther from them to calm my heart, William’s words indeed made a little damage to me but I just think that maybe it is just fate that makes things so complicated for us all, just like how I am dealing with my anxiety about Xeno’s confession about a girl named Ava and how he’s scared that it will make a problem for both of us in the future.

There was no changing the past, only breaking the curse and saving what was left of my future. "Hey," William said as I walked past the threshold into the hallway. "Have you ever heard of an aphrodisiacs? I can get Vivian to buy some. It may help you out—," "I don't need those, William. My wolf will call to her. She'll be begging for more than a kiss before we know it."

I stepped back quickly, slipping farther into the shadows just as the study door swung open. William strode out, his expression dark with anger, jaw clenched. He did not notice me standing in the dim light and passed without a word. The study door closed behind him with a quiet, deliberate click. For several seconds, I remained where I was, listening to the silence that followed. Then slowly, I turned toward the children’s rooms again. But my thoughts were no longer with them—they were on something far more troubling. Because William had discovered Lord Rathcliffe was having an affair. And Lord Rathcliffe—had not denied it.

I had every intention on making her beg me to stop by the end of it. "OW!" She cried out feeling me fondle her goods. "I knew you couldn’t take it," I smirked climbing over her. "I just need recovery," she said throwing her garments back on. "You know, William never came back. Maybe he got lucky with that she-wolf, Annais," I said aloud. "He would surely stick his dick in anything with a hole. I cannot begin to tell you some things I have caught him penetrating. I'm surprised it hasn’t fallen off," Karly said shivering in disgust at the thought.

I wondered what the look on Natasha's face would be if she found out that the one who read all her messages was me, not William. Back when I deduced that Tash was Natasha, William gave me his WhatsApp account and created a new one for himself. While transferring all of his contacts over to his new account, he grumbled, "She's like a leech that refuses to let go. I already told her I'm dating the woman I plan to marry and that our relationship is rock solid. Why is she so convinced that I would break up with you over her supposed physiognomy reading? Is she really some kind of psychic?"

“You don’t care? Don’t f*cking act like you’re noble! Haha… Which man wouldn’t care about this? You say that, but you mind it! Even if you end up together with her, this will forever be a knot keeping you apart…” “I said I don’t care. Can you not understand!?” Rowan threw him off. William was thrown to the wall and fell with a thud. Rowan stepped on his face and ground down on it. “William Jenner, Xyla’s clean. The filthy one is you! All the sh*t you did will only make my heart ache for her more! “I won’t send you to hell just like this. This would be too nice.” Rowan looked down at him and pulled out the last needle with a sinister smirk.

I lifted my glass, snapped a photo with Damian’s hand in the background, and posted it to my I*******m story: "Finally, a night worth remembering." Later, I imagined Selena’s fake pout as she showed my post to William. “Oh, poor Annie looks like she found someone else,” I could hear her say. “Is that Damian?” I didn’t need to see him to know William’s reaction. I imagined his hands clenching, his pulse quickening, the hotel room echoing with the frantic rhythm of his calls. But I didn’t answer. I watched his name flash on my screen, sipped my drink, and let it ring until the sun came up.