William X Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

Her cheeks burned badly from the strong slap. "I'm really going to f**k you until I get my satisfaction. It's been so long since I f****d someone. I never had the guts to f**k my girlfriend, she's too good enough to torture..." The man mumbled with an evil grin. He began to caught Hannah's waist and thrusted his steely hard m*****d. He plunged on her hard and rough.

"William." William froze in his tracks. Damn it! Why is this ugly duckling showing up now?! "Chloe, go and help Maddie up, she's injured." William's face hardened as he spoke with a commanding tone.

He frowns and tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword. "And you... Will be the one that paves the way.... for his arrival." "Wha-- Ugh!" William stumbled in his step as a strong wind blew against the tent. The interior of said tent fell much lower as he grits his teeth to stop them from chattering. He shields his eyes and tries to stand up, wobbling as he slips on the snow that forced its way inside. When next the flap was forcibly thrown open, a familiar head of silver and amethyst eyes met his. William slaps the hands which reached out to hold his, still wary from earlier as he glares at the person trying to touch him.

Waverly picked up the mirror to look at her still ill-looking face, ruthlessly saying, “She did this to my face and even filmed that video of yours. It’s time for her to pay the price!” Max’s eyes darkened with pleasure. However, recalling the artificial kidney in William’s lab, he frowned. “William is a threat. I’ve checked on it, and he’s now with Yoshua’s granddaughter to get the artificial kidney.” “Is that so?” Waverly smiled coldly. William was a fool. He was hurt by Charmine, yet he still treated her so well? It seemed like he was not yet sober. She picked up her phone to call Yoshua, eyes gleaming devilishly. “Yoshua, don’t you know? William is trying to convince your granddaughter i

Adrian spun, saw her, and gave a tight nod before diving back into the fray. Gunfire erupted in sharp staccato bursts, muzzle flashes lighting the night. William advanced toward the lead truck, moving with cold, calculated precision. A guard lunged from behind the cab; William slammed him into the door, disarmed him with a twist, and sent him sprawling into the dirt. “Adrian, flank left!” William barked. “On it!” came the reply. A bullet pinged off the truck’s side mirror, spraying glass. William didn’t flinch. He ripped the rear latch open and threw the doors wide.

William said slowly, "is for you to stop being distracted. That player, number 47, should never have gotten that close. Should never have tied the game. If you'd been focused, it would have been a clean sweep." "He was good," I said. "He was better than good," William corrected. "He was trained. Military background, I'd guess. Similar style to yours, actually. Almost like he learned from the same place you did." My blood ran cold. "What are you saying?" I asked. "I'm saying you should look into who that player really is," William said. "Because I have a feeling he's not just some random hockey player trying to make a name for himself. I think someone put him on that ice specifically to rattl

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

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.

If there's a person we need to guide us here in the Underworld, then it's definitely William. But I have no idea what’s his interest yet. And that, I want to find out. Frix tied the rope to a boulder and William made sure that it was safe for both of us so before he made a tight grasp on it, he gestured his hands for me to climb on his back again. I hate the idea and it’s humiliating for me. The second in command of the First squad is now being embarrassingly carried on the back of a mere mortal. Good thing Xeno isn’t here.

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!