William And Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

Before dawn broke over the city, everyone inside Sterling Holdings knew that someone outside the company had discovered the existence of Candidate Four. The only person who remained completely unaware... Was the woman who had once answered to the name Valeria Cole. She slept peacefully, never imagining that by morning, the walls carefully built around her past had begun to crack.

The other helicopter flew toward them, and another man leaped down from it. “It’s… It’s William Nash, a God of War!” a young woman called out, and the crowd was shocked once more. Yet another God of War showed up to the banquet. “My goodness…! It’s true!” James was stupefied. “Sir Nash, why are you here?” Queenie excitedly walked toward him, her eyes fixated on him. The God of War had a regal aura to him. William gave a wan smile; he had already prepared his story. “During the days before I was an accomplished person, I was injured during a skirmish and nearly died with the wound. Fortunately, Mr. Fane was so skilled that he saved me, so that’s why I…”

It’s eyes was white like the horrendous beasts. “It’s Chaos,” stuttered William.

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.

{Please God, don’t let it be zero. Kate wakes up her laptop, which has fallen asleep like her. She doubts she’d be able to go back to sleep now, what of all the adrenalin coursing through her veins. She hunts for Glitch on the alphabetized list of the Start menu. She hasn’t used it in forever after she got over her game-streaming phase and they’re not exactly on speed-click basis. As soon as she sets eyes on the icon, she clicks it. The app opens on a new window.

Chris replied, giving William a huge smile emphasizing the word 'care. " Don't you trust me? Your father was my best friend. You are like a son to me," William said, trying to show his fake concern. " You should be more bothered about your own son. Last I heard, he was almost arrested by the Police for fighting with humans in a bar. Keep a check on his reckless behavior," smirked Chris. William was furious at Chris's response. He gritted his teeth and said, " You misunderstood my words, Mr. Black. " William saw Liam approaching them with his mate. " Look at them; they look so happy together. So I was just wondering whether she likes her other mate more."

“Alright, then why didn’t you captured him then? I told you to find him and bring him to me.” “You know you can have him captured in just an hour if you really wanted to.” William smiled, “Correct,” he agreed. His eyes darted to the two Nightcrawlers who were standing by the doorway holding their guns. His eyes glared at them and just before Iris turn to them, she heard their bones cracked followed by two consecutive blag on the floor. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the two Nightcrawlers with their eyes open and thick, dark purple veins popped out underneath their skins.

"Bitch you made me wait so loooong." Bieve whined. "Whore you waited all of thirty minutes, don't even play with me." I said, smiling, I know how Bieve is. She will always be the outgoing, outrageous friend in my friend group. "Your right, so you wanna go out tonight?" Bieve said, I really did not want to go out. I can only imagine how much money would be sent. "Come one bitch, I am paying," Bieve said, she knew that I hated paying for drinks that's why I did not go out very often. "Fine, where and when," I said knowing that she wouldn't stop until I came out.

The boy paused. Then stepped aside. Inside, the space was colder, lit with wall-mounted panels salvaged from old solar rigs. Machinery cluttered the corners—half-built drones, stripped weapons, cooling vents that leaked steam and oil. She emerged from the shadows like a spider. Madam Glitch looked like someone who had survived five different lives and didn’t like any of them. One arm was entirely mechanical, long fingers clicking against each other. Her face was lined, unreadable. A jagged coil ran from her left temple into a metal collar around her neck.“You brought something,” she said flatly.

“Are you sure? The underworld is not to be trusted easily. William cut him off with a sharp glare. "I would trust anything that would kill him." His beta exhaled, nodding. “Do you have someone in mind?” A slow smirk crept onto William’s lips, though there was no humour in it—only a ruthless kind of satisfaction.