Dipper Mabel Novels & Stories

“Not a chance. She’s our team spirit.” Vivian raised a brow. “Spirit, huh?” She beckoned. “Walk with me.” Then to the players: “Relax. I’ll return your Pixie.” Mabel didn’t hesitate. She slipped free and hurried after Vivian, grateful for the rescue. … Outside, Vivian nudged Mabel’s wolf ears with a smirk. “You look cute in those.” Mabel lifted her gloves like proof. “All part of the uniform. Go Howlers.” She punched the air.

“Her first name was Mabel,” Sophia said quietly through the video call, her face leaning close to her own screen, the excitement barely contained beneath her careful voice. “I found it this morning, in a baptismal record from a church near Whitmore House. Mabel Harlow, born approximately a hundred and fifteen years ago. Dave, she was real. She was actually real.” Dave sat forward slowly, the particular stillness of someone standing at the exact edge of something they’d been building toward for months.

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

"Guys, take a look! She is the daughter of Zachary from the Swenson family in Sidsbury, named Mabel. She pretends to be so pure and innocent, but she’s just a whore!" Mabel’s eyes welled up with tears, feeling utterly wronged.

Mabel giggled Ivy stare at Mabel as she giggled happily. "What is wrong with you, Mabel, you are suddenly happy," Ivy asked "Yes, I noticed the same thing," Davina asked "Yes because I have been faking friendship for years and now, we will finally get rid of her while I get my Kelly," she smiled "Really, he is Mine," Davina snorted "What, I will sure he ends up with me," Mabel told her "Let's wait and see who he will fall for at last," Mabel shrugged

"I haven't told you everything I know. Emilia doesn't know about the hidden Barracks so her plan on attacking is highly flawed. I was going to present a simple plan that can wipe out your Barracks and your people in one move." My heart picked up again as I exchanged worried glances with Sydney and Abigail asked, "How?" Mabel began to walk in circles around Abigail. "You never asked me how I was able to find the Barracks and Sector Three and also the Underground as well as other places. so fast." She said delightfully. "Yea. How did you do that?" Abigail asked, turning to her. Mabel stopped in her movement, with eyes wide and a malicious grin on her face. "Simple. My father taught me how to b

I muttered. It was a thread. A thin, frayed one—but I’d take it. I had had enough. Back in the car, I pulled out my laptop and started digging. Ran the name through every registry I could get my hands on. Searched through database after database until my eyes burned. Connecticut’s a small state, but you'd be surprised how many Mabels live in it. I found twelve. Twelve damn Mabels. I visited every single one.

She couldn't allow that to happen. Mabel decided she would first have to destroy Joan and take away her shares, which should grab Asher's attention. Then she would start a bidding war between uncle and nephew. She wonders who would win. It would also serve her schemes well. Suck Hargreaves Corporation dry, then sell it to the highest bidder. It would serve her well indeed. Mabel picks up her phone and dials the number of her favorite agent. A writer for the Dailypost, a local cyber and print media. She is naught but a gossip peddler, but her writings garner a lot of attention. She would be perfect for the job.

I need to be quick and efficient. I wait, my senses on high alert. Finally, the guard who was talking to Mabel steps out of the room, heading towards the front entrance. Now is my chance. I move like a shadow, slipping into the small, sparsely furnished room. And there she is. Mabel. She sits on a rickety chair, her green eyes wide and innocent. She looks nothing like Mia, who has red hair and a sharp face. Mabel has blonde curls and a soft face. But those eyes… those are Mia’s eyes.

Dipping her fingers into the cool water, she closed her eyes and tilted her face up toward the sun, trying to push away the pain of what had just happened. A gentle voice interrupted her thoughts. "Your skin looks beautiful under the sun." Startled, she turned to see a woman smiling at her. "I’m Mabel," the woman said, extending a hand. Dianna hesitated. Another trick? Someone lurking around to shout at her? Mabel somehow sensed her hesitation. "It's okay. I promise not to be like others." After a moment, Dianna finally shook her hand. "I'm Dianna," she whispered. Mabel's smile broadened. "I think everyone knows that already."