Mabel Costumes Novels & Stories

When they got to the shopping mall, Armstrong selected a wine-colored, sexy gown for Mabel and she thanked him before trying it on. While she was trying it on, she saw the price and was shocked. She quickly came out of the changing room and said, "Armstrong, have you seen the price of this dress? Even if I sold my fish for a year, I still would not be able to make enough to pay for this. I can't wear this, it is too expensive."

I replied, yelling also. "You leave me no choice then!!" He said as he tried to bring out his phone. "What's all these noise about , can't someone get any peace and quiet here? " I heard Mabel ask and we both turned immediately to see her standing at the entrance. She was putting on a short simple V-neck gown that stopped just right on her thighs on a white slippers. Her hair was packed up in a tight ponytail and boy ! Can I ever get over seeing her this way?!

I blushed and whispered, "Ok." Mabel came along with two other ladies. "Excuse us, Jasper. We have to take her now." she put her hands around my arm dragging me with her. Mabel gave me a blue dress. It stopped at my knee. The hem was made with shiny stones, and the texture felt like soft cashmere on my skin. She made me walk back to Jasper with the dress on. "Nice!" Jasper beamed, looking excited. Which meant he liked it. I went back with Mabel again and wore the next dress.

Mabel, a short girl who had been assigned to be my maid informed me 2 hours later. I slowly sat up on the bed, crossing my legs beneath me. "Can you tell me what is wrong with this outfit?" I asked as I gestured to the clothes I was wearing. She looked at the outfit I had with her eyes gleaming with disapproval. "I think it’s a bit bland. You need something to make your mate swoon when he looks at you. I feel that it would be nice to wear something like a cream gown that would show those cheekbones of yours."

“I don’t know, Desiree. It’s a wedding dress fitting, not a crime scene.” But even as she says it, I can tell she’s just as curious as I am. Mabel reappears a few minutes later in a stunning white gown, her face glowing with excitement as the women around her gasp and applaud. The mood in the room shifts to admiration and awe, everyone focused on the bride-to-be. I cross my arms, watching the stranger closely. He looks at Mabel like she’s more than just a bride—like she’s his. And that’s when it clicks.

Izzabelle couldn’t help complaining while raising her six-inch black heels in the air in annoyance. “Woman, you must bear wearing it! You couldn’t wear your rubber shoes together with the corset and the mini dress, could you?” Larrabelle laughed hard imagining Izzabelle’s appearance in a pair of rubber shoes. “Are you guys ready..?” Maybelle was already dressed up in her hot-looking black leather skirts and blouse. Beneath was her black corset too. “Wait a moment...” Arrabelle shouted out as her hand stretch out retreating six pieces of gold masks from her purse. “You guys have to wear this...” she threw it one by one towards her friends and they caught it on time upon its landing.

“Well, good morning to you too, boss.” She grabbed the side of the crib and bounced, clearly proud of herself. “Ready for a bath?” I asked. More giggling. I sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright. I’ll pull out the baby tub. Can you give her a bath? ” Keisha glanced over at me. “Yeah, I’ll give her a bath. Can you grab her an outfit too?” “Of course.” I picked Mabel up for a second while scanning the drawer. After a moment, I pulled out a cute little outfit of soft leggings with a tiny tutu attached and a matching T-shirt. I added socks and a pair of little shoes.

"Don't you hate me? I'm right here! Come out and kill me! "Stop hiding! I'll let you go! I really will let you go! I'll never use Aunt Yellen to threaten you again! Just come out and see me one last time!" Footsteps echoed. The crowd instinctively parted, forming a path. Mabel appeared, her hand looped calmly through Roland's arm, walking forward at an unhurried pace. She had changed into a khaki coat. Despite the carnage around her, she looked untouched—composed, secure.

Many had heard about the Mullers finding their long-lost daughter, but she had never appeared publicly, sparking curiosity about Mable. Mable accompanied Jeremiah tonight, and they instantly attracted everyone's attention. Mable wore an off-the-shoulder black evening gown, showcasing her curves. Her makeup was exquisite, and her curled hair cascaded like seaweed on her shoulders. Overall, her attire was low-key yet exuded luxury. Walking arm in arm with Jeremiah, Mable elegantly held a glass of drink. Jeremiah introduced Mable to friends who had good relations with the Mullers. Mable politely exchanged greetings, displaying poise and grace.

I nodded my thanks. "If any of you are hungry you can fend for yourselves as I need to find my Luna-appropriate attire and some flowers for her wedding," Mabel announced and headed down the hallway. I heard her yell back at us…"Alpha, get one of your father's black suits to wear from his old room, and do not search Luna out…no peeking before she's ready!" She sounded stern and motherly, making everyone laugh. "I will and I won't," I replied loudly back.