Wilbur Soot Arg Novels & Stories

she quietly insists. His vicious gaze turns back to me, eyeing me up. “About?” I clear my throat, knowing Rufus hates mumblers. “Mateo.” He scoffs at the name. Helen, now visibly upset with such blatant disregard of her son, snaps. “Sit down and hear him out!” she demands, shrill in her need to hear about him. In all my years of knowing her, I’ve never heard her go against Rufus with such force before. By the look on his face, neither has he.

Wilbur did not usually act this way. Wilbur calmed himself down and checked if he had been affected by any mind and soul mystical technique. He found this strange. "I'm sorry for acting brash. May I find out what my disciple, River, talked to you about that day?" Wilbur had been a pig farmer. After joining the Sosa Sect, he had been taking care of his pig while cultivating the Path. He had been made fun of by many people for keeping a pig during his cultivation journey, and had ended up developing a dignified mentality in unfavorable situations.

Soon, a phone call came in. Wilbur looked at it. It was a call from Wilbert. After connecting the call, he heard a barrage of roars. “You dumb*ass! What kind of bullsh*ts did you mention in SwitchTV’s live stream channel? What’s the point of supporting that stupid anchorwoman? Did she allow you to sleep with her or what? Do you know who the president of Homan Technology is? You’re inviting trouble to my Wayne family! Come back right now! Otherwise, I’ll break your legs!” Wilbur pulled a long face.

"Mr. Garrett, did you send that paralyzed patient to test my skills?" Egbert hurriedly apologized, "My apologies. I hope you can forgive my rashness. A few days ago, I finally managed to invite a renowned doctor. But he gave another blow to Wilbur. I was afraid he would be disappointed again. I had no choice but to test your skills in advance."

"Oh, I haven't had a battle like that in a while. If only the cultivators in the world were as eager as you are to better themselves. I wouldn't be half as bored as I usually am." Wilbur came out of Buck's mansion with Punter, who was in a state of shock. "Mister Penn, I didn't think you'd be a mid Sanctuary level cultivator. I'm truly astounded." Punter had thought that Wilbur was only at Ambience level, and he might have been killed by Buck if he got on Buck's bad side, only for Wilbur to have hidden his powers this whole time and turned out to be at the mid Sanctuary level. Wilbur had gotten a grade two rating from the challenge and was able to take out two hundred kilograms of copper ore

who had perished a few months before. “He was a right ass to me at the Boudoir,” said Loretta. She threw a snowball at his name. “I wonder if there’s anyone else we hate here,” I said. I meant it as a joke, but Loretta went, “Ooo,” and searched the grave markers. “Ah! That one. Wilbur Wellingsworth. Incubus. Dark Watcher murdered him last summer. I heard he tried to molest his own son, who wasn’t even immortal yet.” She tossed another snowball.

"So, Uncle Wilbur, what are your plans for the future?" Wilbur stood up. "That’s my business. No need for you to worry." Seeing Wilbur about to leave, Eugenie caught up with him. "Wait, Uncle Wilbur, for the sake of my grandfather, why don't we cooperate?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow. "Cooperate?" "If we're talking about Necro Poison, I must be the one who knows about it the most. Cooperating with me won't put you at a disadvantage."

They would never do something to betray me. "Are you sure that you don't know anything?" Helen frowned with a hostile look in her eyes. Quickly, Wilbur raised his hand as though he were swearing an oath. "Think about it, Ms. Cartwright. If I had something to do with this, I wouldn't have suggested that there might be a mole among us or even to check the surveillance footage. I'd be shooting myself in the foot, no?"

I looked up at Zara in alarm. She looked down at me with contempt and sneered, "Wilbur, what's the point of you even being alive? All you ever do is waste money and cause trouble. You're nothing but a jinx!"

And he doesn’t want that to happen to her. “Anything from Wilbur?” He asked as soon as he got inside the private conferencing room in the basement. The Upsilons are in their uniform, most facing monitors or cleaning guns. Wilbur was a newly adopted wolf orphan that has gone rogue after the full moon, after executing his crime. He was a timid one, barely talking to anyone or even going out for meals. They took him in because of his tragic past and barely harmful character. Turns out, he was the wildest one.