Mabel Chee Novels & Stories

Charlotte asked the empty lobby, looking around for someone. “I believe I can answer that,” An older matronly woman with bright red curly hair and freckles dotting her cheeks appeared from behind a corner. She gave us a friendly grin as she came up, her uniform of a simple white shirt and black pants already dotted with various unusual coloured spots. I was afraid to ask what they were. “My name’s Mabel, I’m one of the teachers for the pups,” She shook Charlotte’s hand enthusiastically but then only bowed her head in respect to me once. “Alpha Finnley told me you would be coming. Charlotte and Prince Alexander, right?”

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.

Summer said resentfully. “That won't work!” Mabel was a true Country M citizen. She did not have flexible thinking. She was getting anxious. “Your father and I loved each other. I look young, but we’re the same age.”

My eyes landed on Mabel and I noticed she was at the top of the stairs with her phone in her ear. “…Didn’t you say where you were?” She spoke in a low tone. “One of the gang leaders is here, and he looks ring of angry.” My stomach twisted. Aiden’s response was muffled, but I heard the distinct tone of frustration in his voice. Mabel sighed. “Get here fast, Aiden. I don’t want to be alone entertaining him.” Silence followed. Then, I heard a soft, “Thank you,” before her footsteps moved away.

"What's going on? Why is that guy allowed to cut the queue and go up when we can't? I'm telling you that I'm the secretary of Frostwave Corporation's CEO. "This here is one of the most popular and talented doctors in the Steinberg pharmaceutical world! Tell that person to get down. We want to go up!" Sebastian frowned and looked at the two women in the distance who were arguing with the staff. Coincidentally, Sebastian recognized one of them. It was Mabel! She was the one arguing aggressively. The other looked familiar. She wore a white doctor's coat and looked as if she had been dragged there at the last minute. She wore glasses and had an aloof but refined air to her.

I nodded slightly. "Alright that's it guys let's talk later " she said and ended the call . "See , you can still coordinate from over here" Mabel said, turning to me. "It's still not the same as being there, I'm still very limited here" "If you say so, " she said. "Anyways let's go have breakfast " she said standing up. "I'm not hungry" I replied. "Really Love, we don't want everybody knowing we have a problem now right"

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.

She oversees the main branch of the business, working closely with thirty-seven dedicated employees. Among the key personnel are Marie Alvarez, the efficient receptionist; George Canela, in charge of road transportation with four trucks, assisted by six others including four drivers and two mechanics; Brian Palacio, overseeing sea and air transportation, leading a team of fourteen comprising four pilots, six boat pilots, two plane mechanics, and two boat mechanics; Daniela and Charles Nuñez, the twin duo managing security, IT, and communication; David Luis Suarez, the experienced manufacturing department manager with a team of eight skilled professionals; Pamela Browns, the adept sales manag

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“It’s getting colder and the sun has set fully, why don’t you come inside, let’s have something nice to eat before you go to bed? And Mabel said she’ll be visiting.” “Who’s Mabel?” he asks with raised brows. “The chief investigator. She thinks she’s found the source of the leak.” “Finally, some worthy news. When’s she coming?” “Soon,” I add, patting him on the shoulder as we trace the mansion with the reflection of the light that spreads all through the land. Bright and blinding. “I know what you need,” I tease. “I’m curious, what do you think that is?” His mouth twitches like he wants to laugh but doesn’t.