William And Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

« So what do you think about this? I am still waiting to hear it. Could you think about both of us? » « You are talking a lot, you know, I’ll try my best. I don’t promise anything but I can say that I will do what I can, so don’t look at me with this sad look, I am more used to the one who keeps teasing me, your the kind version seems weird to me now. Appearances are just an image, I kept saying these things in my last life but both of you deceived me. William was a villain and you were… a gamer, » I said laughing.

I walked to the far stall, went inside, and locked it. The silence hit me like a wall. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I wasn't a good person. I knew that now. I was a liar and a predator, and I was enjoying it. I was enjoying the way I was dismantling David Petrov’s life piece by piece. A wave of sudden, violent frustration washed over me. I turned to the tiled wall and pulled back my fist. Thump.

There was a faint tug of familiarity, but no face in her memory matched his. William nodded eagerly, then cut his eyes toward the watching Vances. His mouth tightened. Not here. “We’ve… crossed paths. You just didn’t see me. That’s all.” In the Game, his avatar was a scarred mercenary with a voice modulator. Here, he was just a rich kid in a bespoke suit. No wonder she didn’t connect the dots. “William!” Sienna’s voice was a sharp, pleading thing. This wasn’t the script. He was supposed to be on her side.

"Mr. Howard, the guards here have been settled, right? Is there anything else you want me to do?" "Yes, tell Valeria my identity." William tilted his head and looked at her. "Now, I'll let Marcus tell you my true identity personally." Marcus smiled on the other end of the phone and said, "Miss Brown, Sir William is the president of the Wolf Group. I'm his assistant." "Come on! You're trying to fool me again!" Valeria grabbed the phone from his hand and hung up. She stretched out her hands and held William's face. "Stop messing around with me. William, let's be serious. Don't joke around anymore, okay?"

Since the AS Gang wanted to attack William, Lewis must have brought someone with him. After hearing his words, Crista could only purse her lips. William was right as Lewis never told her anything related to work. "What's wrong? Are you nervous? If you change your mind, I'm always willing to take you back," William mocked after realizing how anxious she was. "No. I have faith in him." A confident expression painted her face as she stared at William. His manipulative words did not affect her trust in Lewis. She remained loyal to the latter as they had experienced a lot of things together

I reply in a cold tone. Mark shakes his head, "If you keep annoying her, I am the one that will have to dig your grave once she kills you." "Elena won't kill me. I am her favorite Delta Enforcer," William says in a sweet voice. I snort, "Technically, you are still a cadet, William." William chuckles, "Then, I am your favorite Delta cadet." When I don't say anything else, William takes out his phone and starts playing some stupid game like Candy Crush or Farm Ville.

“What the hell?! You seriously can have any piece of trash call themselves an artist now! To think that I thought your designs were good last time and got my friends to support you, but you’re just a disgusting, chronic thief! Die!” “You stole your current husband from Ginnie, didn’t you?! And you’re also vying for her current husband?! Would it kill you to stop stealing someone else’s husband?!” Snow trembled but found herself unable to retort any of the insults. At that moment, all of her attention was on William. Adam would never want her again, so she had to keep William in a tight grip. He was her only chance to make a comeback! She crawled over to William, but before she could even tou

Tomorrow night come hell or high water we would take Vargr down. I had eighteen Gladiators that I was able to initiate last night, and I’ll be damned but each one that became pack was able to link with me. Their chips were still active, so they couldn’t shift, but whatever loophole granted us to be able to communicate mentally, I was thankful for. I didn’t have to understand it; I just had to accept it. This made shit a whole heck of a lot easier. Two Gladiators went into the ring and only one came out. The one that died was not a great loss. It happened to be one of the men who tried to violate Rogue, one that I had not initiated and had no intentions to.

Males dominating the world? "Then you do what you males command you because I wasn't raised to follow men like a puppet," What the hell is wrong with these people? Do they have their brain on their knees? Can they be any stupider than this? "You are an attention-seeker whore. First, you trapped Ivan, then James, now your victimizing yourself," Kiki screeched. I was really sick and tired of this. "Victimizing? I think you don't know the meaning of it," I gazed at her with equal hatred.

The whole thing radiated restrained power, like he might snap the ropes at any second. Damn. No wonder he blew up. I snorted and started typing. [I'm not desperate, okay? I'm simply a fan of pretty aesthetics. Any guy willing to make an effort scores points with me. That's just how it works!] After replaying the video a few times, something started feeling off. That tiny mole beside his Adam's apple, the mark on his collarbone that looked suspiciously like a bite scar... Then Bridget's verdict popped up. [Holy crap, he looks exactly like your ex!]