Mabel Chee Novels & Stories

“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!”

At least, she knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Just as she was assuring herself, the door to the restroom opened and she heard a couple of heels. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, Mabel kept mute so they would be done with their business and leave. However the women had other plans. “Did you see? I told you she was working as the CEO’s assistant,” Mabel heard one woman say and she frowned as she realized that they were talking about her “Yes, she is definitely the one in the video,” another woman agreed with the first woman.

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.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

explained the assistant. Mabel had to take it seriously and said, "I'll go handle it first, you don't need to wait for me."

The room applauds. Tyler whistles loudly. “Love you, Mom!” Laughing, Mabel slowly gets on the stage. “I love you too, honey.” She adjusts the microphone, looking around the room. “Thank you all for coming tonight. I’ve had many birthdays,” she laughs softly. “But I think this one might be my favorite.” She looks around the room, toward her family. “I’ve spent my life surrounded by extraordinary people. My beautiful children, my supportive husband, my honorary daughter…” Her eyes find mine before she continues. “And every single one of my friends…”

Then, she stuck her lips to my ear and said to me in a warning voice, "I'm not Leo, so don't try to fool me. I'm a psychic, remember? I can sense what you want to do, and I can understand it. I can see your dirty, liar, and thief soul, so don't try to fool me with your poor acting skills. You don't have the ability." I could only reluctantly say, "I'm sorry…." "Forget it, I already knew what kind of thing you are, but I think we can continue to cooperate happily this time, right?" "Right…" "Your water is getting cold. Hurry up and bring it to Caitlyn Christian, and bring this document to her as a surprise. I'm afraid you have to ask her to help with the things I want Leo to sign." Mable Bell

Real laughter this time, not the small careful kind. Mabel Finch had been watching from a table near the window. Mabel worked in the marketing department on the seventh floor. She was small and had bright orange hair and had been Briar's best friend since they were twelve, which meant she had also been watching Vivienne Thorne operate for three years with the particular attention of someone who recognized a pattern and could not get anyone else to see it. She set down her tray and walked over. "You were in the control room this morning," Mabel said. She was looking directly at Vivienne. "Before the lunch rush. I saw you go in."

When their laughter finally died down, Mabel looked at me, with an amused expression. "Did you really think you could compel me?" Mabel asked incredulously. "Well, newsflash, I made some tweaks to my oath of Alphahood when I claimed my title." "I didn't swear allegiance to the Crown so I am neither linked to you nor your husband. You both have no power over me." She sneered. As she continued to gloat, I was already gaining access into the crevices of her mind. The more I delved deep, the more intense my headache became.