روايات وقصص ضمن Mabel Boyfriend Gravity Falls

His tone was cold and accusing. Ethan was quite taken aback. He put her foot down, rising to his feet to face Landon. “President Ferguson, isn't that word a little too strong for sitting and having a drink with a pretty lady?” Ethan asked, irritation evident in his tone even though he didn't want Landon to ruin his mood. “Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown of displeasure forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms.

I sank back onto the pillows, pulling my knees up slightly, letting the quiet wash over me. The tears I had been holding back started flowing again, tracing down my cheeks. I wasn’t crying because of Damien—not fully. These tears were for how unfused I was. It had been so long since someone looked at me and didn’t see a burden and spoke gently. So long since someone held me without expecting anything in return. When Adrian returned with a glass of water and a bowl of warm soup, I wiped my face quickly, pretending nothing had happened. But he noticed. His eyes lingered on my face a moment longer than necessary.

“Mabes, can’t you say that you love me even if it’s a lie?’ He stared at Mable eagerly as tears flowed out of his eyes. “What should I do? I really love you so much, Mabes. I love you so much…” Mable cried and shook her head. “You’re lying! I will never believe a word you say! I will never believe you again…” Devastated, Mable fell backward and lost consciousness in an instant.

I gripped the table for support. “Harper? Are you okay?” Megan asked, concerned. “I’m fine,” I said, forcing myself to shake off the feeling. I needed to stay grounded, not get lost in the past. “By the way, didn’t your boyfriend come with you?” Megan asked, her brown eyes curious. Joseph. My ex. "We broke up," I said, trying to sound casual. Before Megan could react, the door burst open, and a group of guys piled into the small room, led by a boy with a mischievous grin.

Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman. While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise. That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home. Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

Mabel's voice cut through my hysteria. I only just had time to turn my head around to watch her launching at Liam, face contorted with rage. But before she even made it that far, Liam's other hand flashed out. With nightmare speed, he grabbed her by the arm and whirled her away from him like a rag doll. Mabel crashed hard onto the floor, her cry of pain lost in the din of combat.

BIANCA SIX YEARS LATER It's finally over! We've graduated from college! Sofia, Lora, and I threw our caps up to the sky in joy. We couldn't believe it. I sighed. These past few years have been tough on all of us. I haven't seen Milo in years. I didn't miss him all this year. I was happy with Raph, my boyfriend. He's the sweetest thing in my life, and I love him.

I let out a long, shaky breath and dropped the soda cans onto the table. "I don't know," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "I... I think it is. Honestly, Sophia, I just realized tonight how much I actually love him." "Oh my gosh," Sophia gasped, a huge smile breaking across her face. She grabbed my hands. "Flora, that is amazing! He is totally crazy about you too, I can see it. But wait... why do you look so absolutely terrified?" The joy in her face made the reality of my situation hit me like a slap. I pulled my hands away, rubbing my temples as the stress crashed back into my chest.

“I can’t believe Killian is with someone like her. Talk about a massive downgrade.” I stare at the screen, my vision blurring as hot, heavy tears pool in my eyes. I choke back a sob, the sound small and pathetic in the empty room. My heart leaps into my throat. I scramble backward, dropping my phone onto the desk as if it burned me, and throw myself back onto the bed. A knock comes on the door, but I don’t bother answering as I sit down, tears rolling down my cheeks. The pounding comes again on the door. “I know you’re in there, D. I’m coming in,” Damian’s voice muffles through the wood.

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.