Dipper Mabel Novels & Stories

It was why she asked to get a girl who won't be running away this time. It has been a night already and Mabel was locked up in a small room. She wasn't given any water or food there. She was lying on the cold floor remembering the old and happy days she had spent with her mom and dad.... Her eyes were all puffy from crying and her tears were already dried from crying. She didn't wanted to talk to Ivy, so she had blocked her from yesterday. She felt hurt and betrayal from the most closest ones ...

A chair was pulled right beside Elliot and he patted it, motioning for me to sit which I did. "What's your name?" Elliot whispered in my ear. His disgustingly warm breath fanned against my face and honest to God it smelt bad. "Mabel. Mabel Cole," I said smiling lightly. "Mabel. What a beautiful name," Elliot said. Yeah thanks I got it from my favourite Gravity Falls character. I begun to play with the ends of my hair, refusing to meet Elliot's eyes. "How old are you Mabel?" Elliot asked. "Twenty. I was actually here to meet a friend but he didn't show," I said my voice dripping with sadness.

" The smile on Mabel's face gradually stiffened. She had been too panicked at the time and hadn't even remembered to wear gloves. If they checked fingerprints, she would be done for! "When will Mr. Sumner's people come to collect our fingerprints?" "They'll probably come this afternoon, but don't worry. Collecting fingerprints won't take long. It won't delay your experiments." "I... I see..." "Well, I don't have anything else here. You can go back to work." Mabel didn't know how she made it back to her desk. The thought of Damon's team coming in the afternoon to collect her fingerprints and discovering she had swapped the labels of dilute and concentrated sulfuric acid filled her with panic.

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.

Until Irene showed up, Mabel had never thought of contacting Charles because of the pain she felt,she had had so many therapy sessions just to get back to herself So she made up her mind to avoid Charles at all cost Mabel starred at her phone as she scrolled through social media She came across Antonio’s post with Irene, it pained her bitterly when she saw the comments on the post, about people loving the both couples Angrily she commented “You Bitch”. Mabel heaved a deep sigh as she blocked Antonio on Twitter, frustratingly she kept scrolling until she came across Charles Davenport's pictures. He was more handsome then the last time she had seen him. Charles never told her he was traveling

My mates—Killian, Hunter, Kris, and Preston—stood rigidly behind me, their faces unreadable. I turned toward them desperately. “You know me. You know I wouldn’t do this.” Hunter’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing, his silence cutting deeper than any accusation. Before I could plead further, Elder Arnold raised his hand again. “We will now hear from my niece, Mabel.” Mabel stepped gracefully onto the platform, her face the picture of innocence and vulnerability. She clutched a handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes for dramatic effect. I gritted my teeth. This was her game, and she was playing it to perfection.

Spike looked at the CT scan in Mable’s hand curiously. Mable hid her expression and said, “Baby, can you call Uncle Blair upstairs for me?” “Okay!” Spike happily ran downstairs, becoming his mommy’s little messenger. Mable closed the laptop and went to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, took off her shirt, and turned her head to look at the blood-red pattern on her back. When she first discovered it, the pattern was only as big as a thumb, but now it was as large as a palm.

Adonis Mabel was the kind of girl you couldn't resist, I knew this the first time I set my eyes on her. She carried herself so confidently when she walked into a room, it was like the light was following her around. Her blonde hair reflecting bounced off the natural light, the heat of the sun made her rosy cheeks even more rosier. "My name is Mabel Jacobse, I am the daughter of Alpha Roderick Jacobse from the Brutal Shadows." It was the first thing she said to me.

"I'm fine with anything you buy for me." Mabel didn't hold back at the exhibition and spared no expense, buying me two diamond watches and a pair of sapphire cufflinks. This attracted tons of envious glances from the other people in the hall. A muscular waiter then accidentally bumped into Mabel, spilling champagne on her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! Let me clean it up for you—" Mabel immediately shoved him away and said, "Get off me! I won't let any other man aside from my Dusty to touch me!"

“I swear, if you crash into me again, I’m filing elder abuse.” Antoine raised his hands. “That was one time.” “It was yesterday,” Bentley snapped. Before anyone could argue again, the elevator opened and out stepped… Mabel du Prée. In leopard print. Sunglasses. A hat that looked like it needed its own seat on a plane. Marcus groaned. “Aunt Mabel, why are you here?” “To supervise,” she said. “Y’all too chaotic.” Rory muttered, “Says the woman who summoned the ex-girlfriend demon last night.”