Romans & histoires William X Glitchtrap

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.

"Do you want me to tell you who you really was?" The man unconsciously took a step back, eyes widening. "Who... Who are you?" "I'm just pure trash that needs to be trampled but not to people like you." She specified. "Only one person was entitled to do that!" "Wench! You have the guts to threaten me!" He growled. "I'm not doing such a thing." She said straightforwardly. "I'm just trying to be a good employee here yet you want me to stab my boss in the back. You insult me but I don't care. However, a slap is another story."

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and Hunter knew exactly how he was feeling, remembering the happy and kind boy that William had once been, and now had been replaced by that vengeful man, who seemed almost crazy “Please...”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!]

Instead, she grabbed the silver cables of her own suit and plugged them directly into the console, bypassing the interface. "Willa, stop! You’ll fry your consciousness!" Kael screamed. "I'm not deleting them," Willa gritted her teeth as the golden data of the gallery began to flow into her. Her eyes turned a brilliant, blinding white. "I'm absorbing the level. If this world is built on data, and I’m the Glitch... then I’m taking the whole city with me." [Warning: System Overload!] [Synchronicity (Trio): 100% — UNSTABLE.]

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.

“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.