William X Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

Aiden exchanged a look with Hunter in disbelief “Were you just attacking our territory? Not the Valiant's?” “What the fuck does it matter!” William struggled again, almost making the chair fall, taking him to the floor with it “Felix! Get me out of here right now! My father would be ashamed of you for protecting his son from a murderer! If you don’t unchain me, I’ll kill you too!” “William…” Felix was sorry to see him like that, and Hunter knew exactly how he was feeling, remembering the happy and kind boy that William had once been, and now had been replaced by that vengeful man, who seemed almost crazy “Please...”

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.

William opened up his door slowly. He stood by the side of his door frame, fidgeting on his phone. He was looking for the phone number of one of his men. They were supposed to help him clear the dead bodies he had left. William walked in with a sigh of frustration. Business for him had not been going too well so far. His drug shipment had been intercepted by the feds. He had his men missing and those he could find, they were betraying him. William felt like going somewhere to throw a punch somewhere but he couldn't, he was barely guarded. His guards were missing.

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!]

“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.

“I know that! I literally saw him kill people. So, yeah, I know he’s psycho, alright. And the last thing I need right now is for people to remind me that I have loved―forget it.” Glen took a seat back. “I’m sorry if I upset you. A lot of things in my life have changed too. And these are drastic changes. Somehow, the reality of William changed me and how I see things now and I’m not sure whether or not I have to thank him for that. I mean, not too long ago, I was a shitty person, you know that, and this tragedy smacked me in the head and made me realize a lot of things about me and people. But I’m still struggling to wrap my head around what happened. And I’m just thinking that you are too an

William took two long strides and jabbed a finger at Xavier. “You defile my niece’s name,” he roared, “by lying with a monster?” Xavier rose, sensing a threat. William didn’t wait. He swung. I moved, but not fast enough. The punch cracked against the King’s jaw. Xavier staggered, then planted his feet, eyes lighting with something feral that had nothing to do with love spells. “Stand down,” I barked. “Make me,” William snarled, and drove forward again. Xavier caught his arm. They struggled, both strong, both past caring about the furniture or the women watching or the kingdom in their hands. A tray clattered to the floor. A glass shattered under a boot.

She echoed into his ears. William felt his urge growing, he wants to know more, he wants to be more like an embodiment. His hunger for knowledge suddenly turn into envy and greed, he thought he knew everything until he fell right into his bastard brothers trap by manipulating Clancy into their den but right now, joining Death, he would be above them. It was not a certain clear fact but he believe he would. "So, what did you say finally?" She asked like a whisper. William smiled tenaciously as he stared at the reforming reality warping into his previous imagination "I'm in!" He answered. With giggles, she concluded "Then, wait for my call Deathlock!"

“We vote now. All in favor of letting Glitch move forward with the registration, hands up.” One by one, the hands rise. Knox. Glitch. Echo. A few others. Then Growl, after a long moment of hesitation. Wrench hesitates last, but his hand finally lifts too. “All right,” Echo says, voice final. “It’s done. Glitch, you handle the system. Get Ghost flagged, quietly. Use a ghost protocol.” “I know what I’m doing,” Glitch replies, already pulling his tablet from his bag. Echo looks back at me. “You better pray this works, because if it doesn’t...”

Because they appealed to history. To friendship. To trust. Years of trust. Valeria's shoulders relaxed slightly. The tension she'd carried began easing. Maybe she had overreacted. Maybe she had been looking for patterns that weren't there. Maybe the stress was affecting her judgment. Victoria reached across the table. Squeezed her hand. "You know I'd never sabotage you." Valeria immediately felt guilty. The guilt arrived fast. Sharp. Uncomfortable. Of course Victoria wouldn't sabotage her. The idea sounded ridiculous when spoken aloud.