Mabel Chee Romane & Geschichten

Ozouf had no choice but to cheer up as well as he entered deeper int the crowd to avoid any form of contact with Edon's eye. Sooner than later, Phelan felt unsafe being held up in their house, she whispered to her small brother bot to bother her as she made her way out. “I feel so insecure, and I feel overwhelmed with abnormal powers, so let no one know that I left the house!” She said to Zeff knowing that Zeff was aware that she was turning eighteen and was then the time to become more powerful.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

“Was Mabel really that awful?” Chloe sighed, looking down the hall to make sure Sasha was gone before speaking. “Look, Mabel can be... charming. That’s actually part of the problem. She has this way of manipulating people, turning them against each other if it serves her purpose. Once, she even managed to make people turn on Sasha.” I felt a chill run through me. “Are you serious? She did that to her own sister.”

“Why are you asking about this?” “It’s nothing. I just thought it was an interesting substance and wanted to buy some. Since you are unwilling to share, I’ll find it on the black market myself.” That was enough. Sometimes, one had to let the bait dangle to catch the fish. Anthony looked at her in confusion. “It’s indeed an interesting substance, but why do you want it?” Mable explained casually, “I’m a doctor and have an interest in drugs.” Just then, her phone rang.

Arah and Tonio asked in unison. “Well, I don’t know who exactly,” Mabel said, pushing away strands of short, ash-blonde hair that clung to her face. “But my cousin works at the coroner's office, and one of their cameras caught something just before it went completely offline. She sent me the clip. Wait.” She fished her phone out of her shorts pocket, a thrilled edge in her voice. “You guys are gonna freak out!” Curiosity and anticipation knotted in Arah's stomach. Rumor or not, it upset her to see the memory of the kindest man she’d ever met violated like this. Only a monster would disturb Plumber Paul’s corpse in any way.

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 favourite Gravity Falls character. I begun 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.

<<<< XI VILLA >>>> Mabel, as usual, was dressed expensively in a gown, wearing a sparkling diamond necklace and earrings. She was making a video showing off her wealth and luxurious life on her social media handles when a piece of news popped into her screen. She saw Rowan Xi's pictures and was curious to see what happened as he had been away for four years. She clicked the notification and the full news opened. Her heart skipped as she read it.

She couldn't allow that to happen. Mabel decided she would first have to destroy Joan and take away her shares, which should grab Asher's attention. Then she would start a bidding war between uncle and nephew. She wonders who would win. It would also serve her schemes well. Suck Hargreaves Corporation dry, then sell it to the highest bidder. It would serve her well indeed. Mabel picks up her phone and dials the number of her favorite agent. A writer for the Dailypost, a local cyber and print media. She is naught but a gossip peddler, but her writings garner a lot of attention. She would be perfect for the job.

“I don’t measure people by age, gender, or rank.” Richard frowned. “Then you treat everyone equally?” “No.” Zane’s lips curved. He glanced at me. “In my eyes, there’s Mabel, and then there’s everyone else. If you’ve been wondering who the girl from the festival was, here she is. Her name is Mabel. You want to know more about her? Ask her yourself. Hiring mercenaries wasn’t necessary.” Richard froze, sweat beading along his temple.

The crowd was gathered in front of a stage, chanting and cheering. “Mabel! Mabel! Mabel!” Sabrina froze. She didn’t need to ask which Mabel they meant. She already knew. The voice that haunted Josh’s nightmares. The woman who smiled in public and destroyed lives in private. There she was. Standing tall in a sky-blue dress, waving gently like a kind old aunt. A banner above the stage read: "Mabel Foundation – Supporting Small Businesses and Education." A man on the mic praised her work. “She has almost completed a school for children in this very community. Let’s thank her for her kindness!”