William X Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to explain! Let go of me and talk properly!" "Well, you have to promise me to not get angry. I'll tell you everything." "Okay!" William let go of Valeria and reached out his hand to touch his head. William was no longer care-free and suave, instead, he looked a little awkward. He looked at Valeria, who avoided his eyes, and he coughed, "Well, actually, I'm not a gigolo from the nightclub." "What are you if you're not a gigolo?" "My name is William Howard, Charles' younger brother."

William Xu could try to stake his claim, could try to play the role of the untouchable billionaire, but Grayson knows men like him—calculating, arrogant, always believing they were in control. But control is an illusion. William doesn’t know the real identity of the girl he’s taken for a date. William would suffer. Whether by his own hand or by forces beyond his understanding, his world would come crashing down. And when that moment comes, Grayson would be there. Waiting. Watching. Ready to claim what is rightfully his. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly, “Enjoy her while you can, Xu. Take her virginity and know that she’s sacrificing it for a cause. And when I

Wĕi Qí said, gently running his finger down from his neck to the zip of his trousers. "Take that finger off." William snickered, grabbing him firmly by the wrist. Their faces were inches apart, and Wĕi Qí took the opportunity to flash one of his seductive smiles. "See! Just touch the right spots, and the primitive in you pops right up." He observed with a laugh. William was bewildered. He quickly let go and tried to compose himself. However, all it took was touch, and he felt an unusual itch come over him.

William relaxed back requiring. "We're going to take the venue to the forest, away from the public, and so we could have a home to return to when we're done. Then we'll get everything, weapons, weaknesses, materials I mean everything useful to down an immortal. Set variety of traps in the venue. Mines with strap silver sharp objects to explode at random, then traps of auto firing wooden stakes and bullets, vervain, wolfsbayne. We just have to make several traps, stage after stage till we have them extra weak and a number we can face combative." "How old are you again?" William asked rising from his relaxation.

Never in all his wildest dreams did he think this encounter could ever happen. Elijah scrambled to his feet but William grabbed him by the collar, forgetting the phone for a second, he slammed him hard on the locker, thrusting one leg between his own to further reduce his chances of slipping away like the worm that he was. "Going somewhere?" William sneered, glaring back at the little shit. His face inches from his own, breath mingling and twisting into grunts. "You're done, Elijah. Busted. Caught right in the fucking act. Give up. It's over."

They are soulless of a predator who’s watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. In this picture he was sitting on a chair with his right hand resting on the arm of the chair like some powerful man which no doubt he is. The dark intensity of his eyes was captured well in the image. He looked utterly cold and ruthless. Elena darted her eyes over what’s written bellow his picture. Wikipedia- Adam William is a naturalized American business magnate and investor. He is the founder CEO and Chief architecture of William Co & Enterprise. Net worth- 1528 million USD.

His best man, GRAYSON, was rigid at the foot of the bed, turned away from him. "You had one job," William growled. "One damn job." Grayson's mouth felt dry. "We had them cornered, sir. We didn't expect—" "You didn't expect?" William bellowed, his voice ringing off the walls. "Of course you didn't expect. Because you're a idiot, Grayson." Grayson winced. "She went into a trap. Alone. And still came out alive." William punched his fist against the metal table next to his bed. The clang reverberated.

Later on, things began to lose control because she blindly trusted the wrong people. "Kyle Ashton," She glared at him. "Do you want me to hack into your account and donate all your savings to the orphanage?! You would definitely feed a hundred starving kids or maybe more than that! What do you think?" The latter shook his head. "No! please don't! I need that funds for my research!" He begged, anxiously. "I won't mention that name again! I swear!" "You better not otherwise I won't let you off the hook so easily!" She warned him as she walked inside his unit. "I need a place to stay for a couple of days."

Somehow it seemed to trigger something in Cassidy as she began to scream almost like she was remembering something. Jill wasted no time throwing the blaster to Dylan who would instantly shoot Cassidy without hesitation. A bright green light shot from the blaster and hit Cassidy right where the glitch bug had first bitten her. She collapsed to the ground in agony and the trap that was the void began to melt away. The blaster itself also vanished. As Christopher had warned, this was a one time shot.

"I'll go alone." "That's not possible," Marcus protests. "You need someone to—" The wall behind us explodes inward. Through the breach steps a figure both familiar and horrifying—William, wearing yet another version of my face, this one distorted by the strain of maintaining form in a hostile reality. "Hello, Sophia," William says, his/my voice reverberating with unnatural power. "How does it feel to be whole again? To be complete in a way I haven't been for centuries?" Truth cries out as the stabilizer flares in response to William's presence. Marcus struggles to rise despite Catherine's restraining hands.