Mabel Chee Novels & Stories

Cheryl stepped closer, lowering her voice. "So what if I was pretending? As long as Anthony believes it, that's enough. "Mabel, you're old. Your time is over. Zachary is dead. Those still alive have to move forward." She smiled maliciously. "Tell me, if Zachary knew his brother and his fiancée ended up together, would he crawl out of hell in rage?" Smack. Mabel slapped her hard across the face. "You're not worthy of saying his name." Cheryl's head snapped to the side. She covered her cheek, but instead of anger, a strange smile spread across her face.

I was still thinking of what he said when Mabel run into the administrative office crying. “The…luna-” My eyes widened as I watched her lips move. -----

"I'm fine with anything you buy for me." Mabel didn't hold back at the exhibition and spared no expense, buying me two diamond watches and a pair of sapphire cufflinks. This attracted tons of envious glances from the other people in the hall. A muscular waiter then accidentally bumped into Mabel, spilling champagne on her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! Let me clean it up for you—" Mabel immediately shoved him away and said, "Get off me! I won't let any other man aside from my Dusty to touch me!"

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Giselle said, "It's alright. We only just got here." "Are we going to see my daughter now?" The woman's name was Mabel Jett, and she was a high school history teacher.

“I should have protected you. I am going to find that American and kill him for what he did to you. “ Robert and Jerry were shaking with fury while Antonia, Mabel's mother, was so heartbroken for her only daughter that she couldn’t control her angry emotions. She was not angry at Mabel, she was angry at herself. “If only I had not pushed you into joining that pageant, you shouldn’t have met that monster.” “Mabel, can you please bring us some coffee, Habibti and stay for a while as well. I have a few important details to discuss with my partner here. Devlin, may I introduce my PA, Mabel Abelanco from the Philippines. You should hire assistants like her. They are very efficient in their jobs.”

I paid and went back to the tabe not find her Missing again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Can you at least have a little pity on me I yelled attracting the eyes of most customers.

Mabel was a soft-looking young girl, seemingly to be around sixteen years of age, younger than I am. But, I didn't doubt her capabilities. Axel had testified after all. Moreover, she's likable. Mabel seemed surprised that I'd replied to her, and took a while to come back to her senses, she opened her mouth like a fish, and I giggled. “You look so silly.” I pointed out amidst laughs, and she smiled sheepishly before lowering her head. “You spaced out, so I was slightly worried.” She didn't stutter this time, and I was surprised at how pleasant

“What’s it like?” “Della likes it here, but that’s because she’s as boring as the clothes we handle,” Mabel says, glancing cheekily toward a girl who seems standoffish. She has pretty brown eyes that almost swallow her whole face. Her hair - a soft brunette - is braided neatly. Della scowls. “Sorry I’m not here to fondle the Alpha’s underwear.” “That’s besides the point,” Amora says tiredly, cutting the two off before an argument can insue. “We have to get upstairs. Maiden Ambrose is the head of the laundry unit, and unless you want to get scolded, I wouldn’t be late.