Mabel Gif Novels & Stories

She turned to Mabel and added, "Don't pay attention to anything they say. Just keep an eye on them. Let them laugh to their heart's content. Anyone who doesn't laugh enough—take them away. Don't bother reporting to me." With that, Carissa turned and walked away. Mabel's expression was stone-cold, and the small scar that ran across her forehead gave her a terrifying look when she wasn't smiling. As her gaze swept over the girls, they instinctively shrank back. Jocelyn, still defiant, opened her mouth to protest, but Mabel's cold voice stopped her in her tracks. "I'll count to three. If you're not laughing by the time I'm done, I'll have you thrown out. One... Two..."

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”

By the time I finished, Mabel was grinning from ear to ear. “That’s amazing,” she said, practically bouncing in her seat. “You know, he really is a great guy.” I raised a brow. “What’s with that look?” “What look?” she asked innocently. “You’re grinning like a Cheshire cat,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

I told them about how long I would leave and the places I would go to. Mabel immediately took the Hello Kitty calendar that was placed on her bedside and started counting the day with her pudgy little finger. Miles helped her in marking the days that I would be going and I could not help the rush of tears that sprung in my eyes. “Mommy, don’t cry,” Mabel said, wiping at my cheeks, “You sad?” she asked, voice almost trembling. I immediately laughed, “Not sad. I’m just proud. Of you both,” I said, looking at both of them and then kissing their foreheads.

"Ralph, maybe Mabes has different tastes now. Come on, it's just a pair of couple's watches, Ralph. Remember your birthday last year? Didn't Mabel go out of her way to get you the perfect gift?" "Yeah, we all know that Mabel cared about you the most!" someone chimed in. Ralph smiled bitterly when he heard their words. "Cared about me the most?" The room fell silent, and everyone began to sense something was amiss with him. Summoning her courage, Ayla said cautiously, "Ralph... Should I call Mabes for you?" She dialed my number, but no one answered. Frustrated, Ayla took pictures of Ralph's injured hand and sent them to me. Ralph didn't stop her—perhaps he wanted to see how I'd react.

gone. Her vibrant green eyes had dulled, and even though she looked straight at Faye, Faye could tell that those eyes saw nothing. She watched a hollow smile grow on Mabel's lips. "I'm sorry for making things awkward." *Awkward? * Faye's brows wrinkled. *You're in pain.* Mabel clapped her hands together, a sudden spark returning to her gaze. "You're hungry right?" Faye blinked. "What?" "Come on. I'll microwave something for you."

Jasper could only make a guess. “Are you guys in trouble?” Mabel whispered. “Don’t worry, Madam. Everything is fine. We’re just acting along in a play,” Summer comforted her, telling her not to worry. “During this time, take good care of yourself, alright?” Mabel nodded. After all, Mabel was once the target of those who wanted to kidnap and hurt her, but they did not succeed. “Don’t worry, they won’t be able to defeat me." Mabel looked proud.

I avoided Adam’s floor and went straight to the coffee room, because apparently that place was now where my character development happened. I had just reached for a cup when someone spoke behind me. “So you’re the one who got those girls fired yesterday.” I froze and turned around slowly. A girl about my age stood by the fridge with a yoghurt in one hand and a spoon in the other. She had brown skin, short braids, silver hoops, and a huge smile glued on her face. I blinked, “Excyse me?” “I’m Mabel,” She smiled and walked over to the machine, “accounts, third floor, emotionally unavailable to spreadsheets but somehow still employed.”

She responded with a delightful giggle, her laughter filling the air with a sweet and uplifting melody that momentarily lifted the somber mood. “Look, look!" she exclaimed with excitement, squirming free from my embrace and darting over to the kitchen table. Amidst a collection of colorful crayons and scattered papers, I came across a heartwarming drawing. Mabel, with a proud smile on her face, pointed at the figures and exclaimed, "This is Daddy, this is Mum, and this is me," as she tapped each figure with her tiny finger.

Kelvin turned to look at Anthony who was looking at Mabel with squinted eyes wondering what she was up to and where she had been prior to her arrival. "Mabel looked at her father and brother and she took a deep breath as she knew they would be mad at what she was about to do but she wasn’t about to let them succeed in their plans to ruin her. “I’m sorry I’m late for the presentation. May I proceed?” Mabel asked Christian. Dorian looked at Christian and raised his eyebrows in question as he was trying to understand what was going on, the same went for Christian.