Dipper Mabel Novels & Stories

Mabel was a soft-looking young girl, seemingly to be around sixteen years of age, younger than I am. But, I didn't doubt her capabilities. Axel had testified after all. Moreover, she's likable. Mabel seemed surprised that I'd replied to her, and took a while to come back to her senses, she opened her mouth like a fish, and I giggled. “You look so silly.” I pointed out amidst laughs, and she smiled sheepishly before lowering her head. “You spaced out, so I was slightly worried.” She didn't stutter this time, and I was surprised at how pleasant

Okay, I wasn't expecting that! Mabel looks like a fish out of water as her mouth opens, then closes as if she has suddenly lost her annoying high pitch voice while her gaze flickers between Damien and I. That's right bitch! He's mine! “Damien, what's the meaning of this?” She stomps her feet and that's the most childish thing I've seen a woman her age ever done. “I had a tired day at work, leave me out of the drama, Mabel. My driver will take you home,” he dismisses, taking off his upper coat and is about to leave when…

gone. Her vibrant green eyes had dulled, and even though she looked straight at Faye, Faye could tell that those eyes saw nothing. She watched a hollow smile grow on Mabel's lips. "I'm sorry for making things awkward." *Awkward? * Faye's brows wrinkled. *You're in pain.* Mabel clapped her hands together, a sudden spark returning to her gaze. "You're hungry right?" Faye blinked. "What?" "Come on. I'll microwave something for you."

I questioned with caution; not too sure if her visit's a friendly one or not. "I have great news!" She sang, skipping down the halls- so I guess the visit's a friendly one. "I'm going to get changed real quick; be right back," Mabel told me and I nodded for her to go. Mabel turned back and headed down the hall to her room. I looked over at Cecille, who looked happy to see Mabel leaving before she could reach us. They don't get along much; if you haven't already guessed. Mabel's a sweet, shy girl, who doesn't like trouble. Her job in the pack to get information on everyone. Even though she's a computer geek who wears glasses when she reads, she's actually really pretty. Cecille on the other h

Rising to my feet, I walked to the stage and exchanged pleasantries with the dignitaries—only to turn around, and Mabel was gone. I rushed out after her and saw her in the lobby with her team, headed for the exit. “Mabel? Mabel!” I called. I was a little bit nervous as I approached her... at the fear of getting denied again. But she remembered me. Mabel Parker claimed she wasn’t the girl from six years ago. But when I tendered an apology for hurting her that morning, her gaze faltered. I could see tears gathering in her eyes. “...Whoever she is, wherever she is, I hope she heals and forgives you,” she muttered.

Arah and Tonio asked in unison. “Well, I don’t know who exactly,” Mabel said, pushing away strands of short, ash-blonde hair that clung to her face. “But my cousin works at the coroner's office, and one of their cameras caught something just before it went completely offline. She sent me the clip. Wait.” She fished her phone out of her shorts pocket, a thrilled edge in her voice. “You guys are gonna freak out!” Curiosity and anticipation knotted in Arah's stomach. Rumor or not, it upset her to see the memory of the kindest man she’d ever met violated like this. Only a monster would disturb Plumber Paul’s corpse in any way.

"I know you are happy about my predicament, Anna. But I promise you, this isn't over." "Goodbye Miss Mabel," Anna smirked at her and turned around to walk back into the house, shutting the door in her face. Mabel stood in the hot morning, wiping the freckles of sweat that came down her face. In a short while, her Uber arrived and she got her things into the vehicle. She sat in the vehicle, sobbing. Pain engulfed her as she wondered what she must have done wrong or who was behind the sudden twist in events. ********************************************

Looked at Mabel's social media. She rarely posted. But there was one photo from yesterday. Her and Damian. Smiling. Her hand clearly visible. Ring catching the light. The caption: "New beginnings." Simple. Happy. Real. I studied the photo. Mabel looked different than I remembered. Older. But also lighter. Like she'd been carrying weight and finally set it down. She looked happy. Genuinely happy. With Damian. The man who'd helped her destroy my mother. Who'd funded her custody battle. Who'd been there through everything.

Jasper could only make a guess. “Are you guys in trouble?” Mabel whispered. “Don’t worry, Madam. Everything is fine. We’re just acting along in a play,” Summer comforted her, telling her not to worry. “During this time, take good care of yourself, alright?” Mabel nodded. After all, Mabel was once the target of those who wanted to kidnap and hurt her, but they did not succeed. “Don’t worry, they won’t be able to defeat me." Mabel looked proud.