Gravity Falls Mabel Novels & Stories

OLIVIA We stand there, engaged in a staring contest. Of course I lose because in my defense his eyes aren’t really the type you’d like to look into for a long time. It feels like they’ll drag you into the plainness of them. “I’m out of here,” I mutter under my breath and try to push past him. He’s not even trying to be gentle at this point, he pushes my shoulders hard enough that I stumble and fall to the floor. It hurt, really bad. I hope I’ve not bruised my tail bone because it would be even more painful.

The huge beast ran up the road and Mabel scooted over and started to drive after him up the winding gravel road. Grayson's wolf is very impressive, don't you think so?" She asked me with a grin. I nodded as sweat beaded on my forehead and chest. Mabel gestured towards the air vents and turned on the air conditioning and I thanked her graciously as the cool air blew against my heated skin. The image of Grayson's muscles and buttocks was making my mouth salivate. I used the back of my hand to wipe the extra moisture from my mouth. My cheeks were bright red from my thoughts. Mabel glanced over at me and laughed heartily.

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.

It was going to be hard trying to get Christian to fall for her but she had to do it. Therefore, with dropped shoulders, Mabel pushed the elevator button back to the twentieth floor. ****

It was a scary moment, but I was grateful that the doctor was able to help her. As Mabel slowly regained consciousness, she began to point at a figure standing beside her bed. Her finger trembled as she tried to focus on the man's face. "Dad," she croaked, her voice weak and hoarse. Her eyes struggled to stay open, but she persisted in pointing at the figure, hoping that he would understand the urgency of her message. It was clear that she had something important to say, and she was willing to fight through her pain and confusion to make herself heard.

I urged, shoving her forward gently. But in my haste, I tripped over a stray watering can, stumbling forward once again—straight into Gideon’s arms. His hands steadied me, his grip firm and warm. “You really need to work on your coordination,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “I’m fine,” I muttered, pulling away and wishing the ground would swallow me whole. Mabel, meanwhile, looked like she wanted to disappear. “I should… probably go… somewhere,” she said, retreating before I could stop her.

I gripped her shoulder, my other hand now cupping her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. I wasn’t going to let it go. Not when she looked like this. Not when I could feel the pull of my wolf fighting to break free. I needed answers. “Tell me,” I pressed again, my voice harder. The rage in me was growing, but so was the overwhelming need to protect her. Mabel’s lips trembled. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I softened, if only just a little. I didn’t want to scare her. She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I fell.”

Mabel’s POV Reality doesn’t break all at once. It frays. The first tear is small, subtle enough that if I weren’t already terrified, I might have missed it. The river to our right ripples the wrong way, climbing its own banks like it’s trying to escape gravity. Pebbles lift from the earth and hover midair, trembling as if unsure which direction is down. The wind blows in circles, folding back into itself. Then time hiccups. Marcus takes a step forward.

I stumbled back slightly and before I could steady myself, my foot caught onto something… And then, I fell! My face slapping right into the snow covered ground. I mean, that cushioned my fall, right? No. My dress was coated in mud, soaking wet and now, I was shivering. I didn't move for a second, I just laid down there…stunned. Did she just…? A soft, mocking laugh echoed above me. “Now, that's better.” The old woman, Mabel said. “If you are incapable of figuring out where you belong. I'd happily volunteer to train you myself. Clearly, those traders failed to do their jobs.”