William And Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.

Bianca turned pale and began throwing up when she saw this bloody scene. William maintained his calm. After all, he had once gone to war and had cut off the heads of his enemies while in battle. Even so, he was still reeling from the shock. It was because he realized that it was not the first time Chase had done this based on how expertly he got this done. A sudden memory flashed in his mind. William took in a sharp breath as he looked at Chase once more with shock in his eyes. “He… He’s the survivor of Green Hills Orphanage who has been making waves in South River City!

What he is certain of is that he did not do anything wrong and that it was started by these people. While still holding the man who tried to punch him, William was surrounded by bullies. Every time William twisted his hand tightly with just a slight movement from him, the man howled in agony. Meanwhile, the adversaries stared as if their eyes were speaking. Because William knew they were going to attack him completely, he barely pushed the man in his grip to George, the bullies' leader, and when the two fell off the ground, he took advantage of the opportunity to get out of the trap.

I have already assumed they are all from Phillius’s Clan and there is no way we can fight all these men without creating havoc in this place. “What are we going to do then?” William asked, his eyes all around the building as if trying to familiarize the changes that happened after he and his friends got stuck in the Underworld for ten years. I can see the amazement in his eyes, the marvel at the new things he missed experiencing after being trapped in a hellhole for a very long time, robbing him of the years that he should have spent in schools or growing together with friends and having a normal human life.

She turned the laptop facing her and opening the search engine, quickly typed “Adam William, the CEO of William Groups of Co & Enterprise.” A man’s picture unfolds, first his midnight-coloured hair styled back revealing a strong forehead and an angular jawline that could cut anyone half if gets any nearer. A slight stubble covers his cheeks, giving him a matured, harsher and untouchable feel. Like he is God. Elena couldn’t stop staring into his picture as it was hard to tear her eyes from his striking face and when her vision collides with his steel grey eyes, she exhaled the breath she was holding since the photo came into view. They are soulless of a predator who’s watching, waiting for th

He let his gaze travel openly over Fitz, allowing every bit of his natural beauty to do the work, tilting his head just so, letting the dim light catch on his lashes and the soft glow of his grey-white eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” Fitz rasped. His voice was rough. “Leave. Or I won’t be able to hold back.” William didn’t leave. He locked the door with a quiet click, then walked forward. His own arousal was already obvious, straining against the fabric of his pants. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at the hybrid who had once been his jailer and was now something far more complicated. “Let me help you,” William said softly. “I’m not doing this to repay anything. I’m doin

She had deliberately kept me talking. I had to salvage the situation. Frantically, I looked at William. “William, listen to me. This is a lie. I was just making up things to trap—” Before I could finish, William strode to me and slapped me across my face. “How dare you?” he roared. I screamed as I stumbled in the ice, tasting blood in my mouth. “William?” I cried. I wish I could lift my hand and shoot this fucker. My frozen fingers twitched uselessly around the gun, and William noticed the movement immediately. I forced my hand upward, trying to aim toward him despite the ice locking my fingers.

Dean convulsed and dropped to the ground, falling sideways off of William and landing hard on the floor where he twitched and groaned but didn’t get back up. Grace rolled off of him quickly and crawled over to where William was lying motionless on the floor. His face was bloody and swollen almost beyond recognition. “William! Oh god, William!” Grace slapped his face. “William please open your eyes” “William!” Wren screamed too, crying. William remained lifeless

"You must appear in public together from now on." Mike gritted his teeth in anger as he reasoned. "Father, I'm not going to marry a criminal! It's such a shame if everyone knows that my wife was a killer! A murderer!" Mr. Wilson sighed deeply and explained, "...too late to back out, Mike. We've been caught in their trap! All we could do was to carry on with the plans or we might lose everything. Marie's family has given everything to salvage the company and we owe them a lot now."