Gravity Mabel Pines Novels & Stories

Even so, Mabel insists on accompanying me, I guess it is just an excuse to come to the Bearer Center, she must miss it from when she was a young Bearer, although I do not know how anybody could miss this lifestyle. “Every time I walk this hallways I think about my sweet Grace, she loved this place so much… oh, how I miss her!” Mabel exclaims as we walk to the elevators down the hallway. I discreetly roll my eyes, I hate she uses any excuse to talk about her “sweet Grace”. “Yeah… she was the best…” I mutter unenthusiastically. “Are you ready to go see your dress?” Mabel asks looking at me out of the corner of her eye as we reach the elevators.

“Damn it.” I sink onto my stool and bury my face in my hands. How am I supposed to look Tyler in the eyes every day knowing something that will destroy him? How am I supposed to laugh with the twins? How am I supposed to celebrate birthdays, prom, or graduation knowing Mabel might not be here for the next one? My phone buzzes, and I wipe my eyes quickly. Tyler has sent me a picture of Mabel sitting upright in her hospital bed. She’s wearing one of those pale blue gowns, her hair is tucked behind her ears, and she looks tired. Thinner than she did even yesterday.

The bond between them was sealed when Lev marked Mabel as his mate, signified by the mate scent—the only scent she could catch. "Lev, please come out!" She yelled, each scream took a significant amount of her energy as she clutched her ribs tightly. The revelation made my hands tremble—I hadn't come prepared for a fight and Lev ain't the type you talk to. With a trembling body, I tucked my head beyond the bush I was hiding behind. Frantically looked around again for any sign of Lev, but there was no sign of him. But I did spot Mabel. With her back facing me, she had found a good spot to sit on and didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon—her heavy breathing and careless tossing aroun

I went online to gather as much information as I could about this place and I found out that it was one of the biggest establishments with many branches in the Moonlit Howler’s pack, Mabel’s original pack before she married me. Locating where this particular branch was wouldn’t be difficult from the way Mabel described it. It was on the 24th street, about a mile away by foot from the Smith’s main residence. Hopefully, things wouldn’t have changed much since that time. It was now certain that I couldn’t be so far away, I needed to be closer to that place so it would be easier to find witnesses and possibly gather more evidence. I was headed to the Moonlit Howler’s pack in a jiffy, after ensur

A beginning. --- Morning brought silence. The storm had broken, and now the sky hung gray and heavy, water pooling in gutters and along the sidewalks. The scent of rain lingered in the air—earthy, raw, like something cleansed. Clara stepped onto the safe house patio, her blanket still draped around her like armor. She inhaled deeply, letting the petrichor seep into her lungs. Behind her, footsteps approached quickly. Mabel’s coat was soaked, her boots leaving wet prints across the floor. She held a USB drive in her hand like it was made of gold.

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.

There had to be a secret to it. Mable could not comprehend it fully. Remembering the servant's words, she could not inquire directly from her father. Thus, she decided to ask Jeremiah after returning home, hoping he might know the secret of the little garden. After dinner at Oliville, Mable bid farewell to her father and headed home by car. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by a torrential downpour.. As Mable watched the lightning, an inexplicable sense of unease settled in her heart, like a heavy stone weighing her down, a foreboding feeling enveloping her.

That bastard Clyde Johnson just sent her a photo of his abs, and she's on her way to have a good time! [Dustin Wright will definitely catch them red-handed if he goes after her right now!] I read the comments before me and inhaled deeply. Then, I got out of bed and secretly shadowed her out of the hospital. Mabel's car wasn't headed toward the office. Instead, she drove to Orchid Villas, an upscale residential area, and stopped there. She knocked on one of the villa's front doors, and a large, muscular arm immediately reached out, curled itself around her shoulders, and pulled her in.

HAILEY Marcus Vega's report arrived via encrypted email at eleven PM. I'd been waiting for it, refreshing my inbox obsessively since dinner. When it finally appeared, I opened it immediately, scanning through the pages. Mabel James. Born Mabel James, married name Mabel Hoss. Thirty-two years old. Stylist based in Los Angeles, recently returned to New York. I already knew all of that. I scrolled down, looking for something useful. Something I could actually use against her.

Zane’s POV "We should visit your parents more often." River water still clung to her hair. I felt the cool strands against my neck as I carried her up the trail. The falls roared behind us. My boots sank into soft earth where our bodies had pressed the grass flat. Two pairs of shoes still sat on the cliff. I did not go back for them. "I want to bring flowers," Mabel said. She tucked closer in my arms. "And thank them. That place helps me think. I see things clear there."