Mabel And Pacifica Novels & Stories

Alpha Sebastian gave his sister an approving glance, pleased with her loyalty. Mabel kept her expression neutral, but inside she was fuming. This was obviously some gold-digger's playbook ! Seduce Alpha Sebastian with her looks while playing the hero to win everyone over. How else would a nobody with zero connections have an entire family eating out of her hand ? Seeing Mabel's chilly reaction, Scarlett decided to keep any supportive comments to herself. The mood turned awkward again. Cecilia recognized the expression on Mabel's face. She'd gotten that same look from Luna Dora Pure suspicion, like she was some kind of con artist just because she didn't come from money.

"However, I’ll be fair. She’s a good woman. So I’ll give you a little hint." Marco straightened, his focus intensifying. "I, along with your wife and some other women, were kidnapped by traffickers," Mabel began, her tone chillingly casual. "Traffickers?" Marco repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "The kind that ships women to some secret island to be... exploited," she continued. "Your wife, though—she’s different. She wasn’t scared. She even killed one of the guards with a scrap of metal. Brave woman, that one."

*** Lunch Date with Mabel They met at the corner café Mabel loved—the one with lavender lattes and too many ferns. “So,” Mabel said as she sipped from her pastel blue cup, “I need updates. Beach trip? Alex? Moving?” Clara rolled her eyes. “It was... perfect, actually. He’s talking about finding a new place. Something quieter.” “That’s huge.” “It is. And terrifying. But he makes it feel okay.” Mabel leaned forward. “Are you falling for him?” Clara hesitated, fingers tightening around her mug. “I think... I already have.”

" I watched her car quickly merge into traffic and disappear, and my tears finally fell. It began to drizzle. Perhaps even the heavens were weeping over the death of our ten-year love story. I walked back home through the rain, letting the downpour disguise the sorrowful tears on my face. Mabel didn't come home that night. She just sent me a text message saying that she had to go on a last-minute business trip for two days, but she would definitely be back by the evening before our trip, and we'd then fly off to Prancera together.

Sometimes, I wonder if she misses me. But then again, so what if she does, right? THE END…? ++++++++++ No worries dear reader, Marissa and Mab are currently at the “frenemies” stage of their connection. The Paranormal All Star’s Heirophant (Mab) recently made peace with the Diva (Marissa) and the Diva has done the same with my friend. The Heirophant still bitch-slaps the Diva on occasion, of course, but it’s been better than the time when they were fighting over a bracelet.

“Get this, Mabel told Kay she needed to step off a cliff cuz she met my girl and she would rather tangle with a rabid raccoon than go head to head with my girlfriend.” “Bet Kay took that well.” “Oh, she’s been crying to the hen house all week, anyway besides all the whispers behind my back about the altercation and wondering who my lucky lady is, nothings amiss, Mabel is helping with the boys so Boo is staying clear of town,” “Thank fuck,” “I know right? As hot as Boo is when she is madder than a hornet's nest, I don’t want her dealing with Kay,” I couldn’t agree more.

“Duke, Addy, I have something to tell you both.” Adina halted and said lightly, “What is it?” “I booked my ticket to Ascrialia this afternoon,” Mabel said with a hoarse voice, “I will stay and live in Ascrialia from now on. You guys can visit Ascrialia and spend a few days there if you have the time.” Adina remained silent and pursed her lips. Given their current relationship, it was indeed not suitable for them to live together. It would be awkward for each other. As her child, Duke could not request Mabel to move out. The fact that Mabel could take the initiative to do so allowed both parties to preserve their dignity.

"Something is coming, isn't it?. If not mother wouldn't let me go blindly to LA just like that" "W-What do.." Mabel stuttered but words didn't need to be said for she knew she's been caught. "What is it? Tell me" "Mabel seems to have snapped out of her trance. "It's something we can handle alone" "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Then honour mother's wishes. She wants far from the pack, are you still going to be stubborn about my decision?" "Then you tell me; why are you leaving all the way to LA? You don't know anybody there"

The last thing I need right now is to relive anything involving her. “What do you want, Gladys?” I ask. Her smile fades, and she gives me a serious look. “This isn’t something you can win, Cas. You see Mabel as a spoiled child, but you’re underestimating her. Don’t make that mistake. This goes beyond you. Way beyond. You should take the deal Mike’s offering. Mabel’s his wife, and without him, she doesn’t have the power. He’s the only one who can pull the rug out from under her.”

Marcus. “I’ve been thinking,” Julia began, stepping closer to the desk I was standing by, she placed an arm on my shoulder before speaking, “we’ve been too direct with Mabel." I raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully as I played with the glass of drink in my hand, “too direct?” She nodded slowly, “yes, chasing her—atacking their territory, trying to capture her by force, all of that—it’s noise, wolves respond to force with force, but Mabel… she’s not just a wolf.”