Young Wilbur Soot Novels & Stories

"But you're an ignoramus. You may be able to strut here in Zoronda, but you won't even know what killed you if you behaved like this in the Sanctuary." The Goldings were all naturally relieved to see Wilbur speak up and soon turned to leer gleefully at Caleb. Delilah and Susie especially were watching Wilbur with glowing eyes, as if he were a deity given form. Wilbur noticed that and became even smugger, flipping open his folding fan and elegantly fanning himself. Caleb, however, looked at him sideways and snickered. "Tut, tut… Which bastard couldn't keep his pants on and had to defecate in here and leave poop like you walking around?"

Wilbur could not say a word. All he could do was pick up the piglet by his feet and pass it to his master. His master said nothing. He did not take the piglet either. Wilbur could not pass it to him anyway. He was focused on admiring the lights shooting out from Wilbur. As there was a vital energy protective field around Wilbur, the Sosa Divine Eyes could see red and white light shooting out from all over Wilbur. He looked like a porcupine with red and white spikes all over him.

"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."

Hearing this, Walton was so frightened that his legs went weak! To think of Le Reverie as a pushover was simply an unforgivable act! Many people were overwhelmed by the pressure exuding from Wilbur. It was too strong! Such intensity and majesty were worthy of Wilbur Ellis! “Answer me!” Wilbur shouted solemnly with a biting chill in his eyes. Zachary was full of regrets now. Of all people, why did Wilbur Ellis appear? What should he do now?

A slightly diffident look flashed across Ruby's eyes for a moment as she explained, "Wilbur lives very far away from the airport. He's been exhausted these past few days, so I let him rest here first." "That's right, Francis," Wilbur said. "Sorry for disturbing. I know you're angry at me. I brought you some gifts as an apology. I hope you'll let it go and not hold it against me." As he spoke, he took out a bouquet of white lilies from behind him and handed it to me. I glanced at it indifferently. These were the exact same flowers I had seen in his Instagram post earlier. I had seen him put it on his deceased family member's grave.

He looked at Sadie and asked, "May I smoke in your house?" "S-Sure. Go ahead. Feel free to smoke," Sadie stuttered. Wilbur chuckled and lit up a cigarette, then casually started smoking away. Time passed slowly. Tom and the others sat completely still, but they felt at a loss. They were all panicking inside. Damon gradually calmed down. He felt that Wilbur was probably waiting for someone extraordinary. At least things were taking a good turn for him. Sadie and Sally started to serve Wilbur tea. Worrying that his tea might get cold, they made him a new cup of tea every few minutes.