Wilbur Soot Forehead Novels & Stories

Harmony asked again but Vivian was already pulling her out of the house. ** Ichabod ‘s mind was not at rest and he was surprised when he saw them coming out so soon. Harmony put an arm around him, looking as if she had seen a ghost. “What happened? I was so worried?” he asked. “That woman is so creepy. Giving me goosebumps all over. Please let’s get out of here,” Vivian said and they began to go back the way they have come. Harmony was quiet, she seemed troubled and as they walked further ahead. Ichabod looked back…he could see the woman’s face by the window, looking back at him….

Matthew ticked the corner of his mouth coldly, there was no one else here, so why bother acting. Wilbur suddenly dropped to his knees and reached for the gun, the corners of his mouth full of an open smile. "Boss, paper can't hold fire." Matthew's eyes were deep and infinite, and his hostile aura spread uncontrollably and unchecked around him. Wilbur didn't seem afraid at all and looked up to meet his eyes. His hand squeezed the trigger, a maneuver so subtle that he couldn't see the scene, at least not from Serena's perspective. It's been snowing in Hustleburg, and it's actually starting to rain right now.

Her eyes were filled with hatred and determination as she said, "I have nothing more to say to you." Startled, Wilbur hurriedly dodged away, yet still ended up with a scratch on his forehead, drawing a thin line of blood. At the same time, a faint dripping sound could be heard, accompanied by a slight unpleasant odor. I glanced over at his crotch area, shocked to find that he actually wetted himself out of fear. Wilbur had the nerve to cheat, yet lacked the courage to face the consequences.

I yelled as I heard him chuckle. After making my way upstairs and into the room. I had that well earned shower, brushed my hair and put on some decent clothes. "Nice" I heard Chris's voice from my window. Chris?. How?. I walked to the curtains and opened is all the way, revealing none other than Cwisberg ( what is up with these weird names?). "Was this planned?" I asked in amusement. "Maybe" he said dragging out the word. I ignored him and went back inside but kept the curtains open. I pulled out the flower pot containing the white rose and my breath hitched in my throat.

It was a nice weather, clear sky and sun hidden beneath the clouds. “The weather has been like this ever since we arrived Star town, I wonder why the sun doesn't shine as much— But it's a relief, I don't sweat as much these days even when I practice my Sabre.” Violet said to Piggy who walked slowly behind her deliberately, so he can get the time to look at some beautiful women. Noticing Piggy's absentmindedness, Violet decided to part ways with him. He was such a bore anyway.

Elias asked with bewildered eyes. “Don’t worry, I took over!” Jeffery shouted back. A soft and weak laughter drew everyone’s attention back to Wilbur. “I’ll live, dude. Chill.” Wilbur’s breathing slowed and his eyes closed. “Wilbur?” Brandon shook him. “Wilbur?” “He’s just sleeping.” Miryam reassured Brandon. Meanwhile, Angie fretted over Elias. “Thank you for earlier, but are you really okay? That was quite the jump. How did you even come up with an idea like that?”

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.

He crashed against a wall heavily before sliding to the ground. His chest was bloody, his head lolling about. It was unclear whether or not he was even conscious. The room was dead silent. Everyone's jaws were on the ground, staring at Wilbur as if he was a ghost. Wilbur smiled, casually walking over to Sawyer. "I must say, you're some kind of stupid for daring to bare your fangs at me." The Rochers might be the top dog of Hemount City, but they were nothing to Wilbur.

"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."

Blair started asking, “Mabes, is she…“ Wilbur’s hand still covered Mable’s eyes, and he spoke seriously. “Get out!” Hesitating no longer, Blair retreated from the room. The consultation room returned to tranquillity, and Wilbur closed his eyes to regain his composure. He extinguished the incense on the table. He released his grip on Mable's eyes and spoke gently, looking at her lifeless gaze, "Today's weather is nice. A good day for beautiful dreams." While speaking, Wilbur ran his hand through Mable's hair. Before long, Mable's breathing became steady, and she fell into a deep sleep.