Mabel Cartoon Character Novels & Stories

A chair was pulled right beside Elliot and he patted it, motioning for me to sit which I did. "What's your name?" Elliot whispered in my ear. His disgustingly warm breath fanned against my face and honest to God it smelt bad. "Mabel. Mabel Cole," I said smiling lightly. "Mabel. What a beautiful name," Elliot said. Yeah, thanks I got it from my favorite Gravity Falls character. I began to play with the ends of my hair, refusing to meet Elliot's eyes. "How old are you Mabel?" Elliot asked. "Twenty. I was actually here to meet a friend but he didn't show," I said my voice dripping with sadness.

Mabel was different. She was kind to Dianna and pretty soon made her comfortable as well. She shared Dianna's food with herself so that both of them could eat lunch together. She possessed a very good sense of humor, making Dianna smile every time. "You know you can drop that sheepish grin," Mabel joked. "Your tale is intriguing," Dianna shrugged, still forcing food into her mouth. Mabel shook her head, causing her blonde hair to fall over her face. Dianna took her time observing Mabel’s features. She was beautiful—the kind of beauty that made men turn and stare.

Adonis Mabel was the kind of girl you couldn't resist, I knew this the first time I set my eyes on her. She carried herself so confidently when she walked into a room, it was like the light was following her around. Her blonde hair reflecting bounced off the natural light, the heat of the sun made her rosy cheeks even more rosier. "My name is Mabel Jacobse, I am the daughter of Alpha Roderick Jacobse from the Brutal Shadows." It was the first thing she said to me.

she said while staring at her other half. "Wait for right time." A voice ringed again letting Mabel to wait for infinite times....................... As Mabel came out of the washroom, she had a bandage around her neck. It was the only first aid available in her home. She was used to this kind of pain anyway, it wasn't a great of a problem for her. She quickly got dressed and walked out of her room. Thankfully her dad was already out of home... After a while she reached to a gate and there in a huge board the name was written 'Blue-moon child care'. She took a long sigh and entered the building in front of her.

“Not a chance. She’s our team spirit.” Vivian raised a brow. “Spirit, huh?” She beckoned. “Walk with me.” Then to the players: “Relax. I’ll return your Pixie.” Mabel didn’t hesitate. She slipped free and hurried after Vivian, grateful for the rescue. … Outside, Vivian nudged Mabel’s wolf ears with a smirk. “You look cute in those.” Mabel lifted her gloves like proof. “All part of the uniform. Go Howlers.” She punched the air.

Carl asked Mabel. " no. But she begins to act up like that, it means something's cooking " " like what?" I asked " don't know. " Eventually she came out with a piece of paper and a pencil at the other hand. She gave it to Mabel and began dancing around the room. " what is it?" Carl asked, peeking over Mabel's shoulder. " oh my gosh Amy. You're such a genius! This is the best design have ever seen in my entire life!" Mabel exclaimed.

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”

I need to be quick and efficient. I wait, my senses on high alert. Finally, the guard who was talking to Mabel steps out of the room, heading towards the front entrance. Now is my chance. I move like a shadow, slipping into the small, sparsely furnished room. And there she is. Mabel. She sits on a rickety chair, her green eyes wide and innocent. She looks nothing like Mia, who has red hair and a sharp face. Mabel has blonde curls and a soft face. But those eyes… those are Mia’s eyes.

“Maple, how can I help you?” Mabel was flattered when she heard her boss call her by her nickname, but she put on a serious expression and spoke softly, “Ms. Lucy, I have something to report to you.” The sight of the delicate young lady made Lucy forget about her worries for a moment. “Sure, come in. I’m listening.” Mabel seemed to have found a bit more courage, so she said a little louder, “Ms. Lucy, some of the cartoonists in our company have been poached by other companies again.”

As I considered this, Tony's words began to make sense. After all, there were no such things as ghosts in this world. Mabel had been abandoned by her parents at a young age and grew up in an orphanage. I didn't know much about her past, let alone whether she had a younger sister. I stayed at Tony's house for a night, then returned to Ashdale the next morning. Mabel would drop by the orphanage in Ashdale once a month before she passed. She said she'd grown up and gotten so much charity during her time there. It was only right, she claimed, that she gave it back to society now that she was capable.