Novelas y relatos de Mabel Gravity Falls

Mabel said disconnecting the call Sliding freely down the floor, tears rolled freely down her cheeks,she knew at that point that she was alone again If for one thing, Mabel sure knew that with her behavior men hardly find her attractive. All she wanted was for someone to love her,but it seems like Irene was so perfect at destroying her chances at love “That witch, I would destroy her,ahhh”. Mabel screamed so loud ****** “You're up already”. Irene said smiling as she faced Antonio who was half awake Antonio smiled as he tried his best to open up his eyes

Elise said, practically bouncing towards the elevators. I trailed after her, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrored elevator. Damn! I looked very pretty. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall, and my strapless red gown hugged my curves in all the right places. The diamond necklace my mother had given me sparkled around my neck, and my high heels made me feel like a million bucks. We reached the third floor and walked into a dimly lit hallway. Elise pushed open the doors to a grand ballroom, and I gasped as the lights flickered on.

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."

“Where’s Gwen?” He pointed up the stairs and laughed. “I’m having my men give her a good lesson upstairs. You shouldn’t watch, or else it’ll break your heart.” “I’m here to make sure she’s safe.” I ignored him and headed upstairs. Gwen was there, just as he said, but she had been tied up in a large pillar of water. The water level had already gone past her nose. I waved my hand, activating the livestream function in my secret camera. Completely oblivious to my plan, Shannon raised a brow and said, “See that? It’s all your fault for ignoring my texts. You’re the reason she wound up like this!”

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

He would never drive something so unremarkable, so carefully plain. But the mystery car parked two spaces behind her. And it didn’t move again. Engine still running. Elara didn’t wait. Panic shot through her chest like electricity. She grabbed her purse, swung the car door open, and hurried toward the elevator. She jabbed the button once, twice, three times “Come on…Come on” The elevator dinged too loudly, the sound echoing in the concrete chamber. Elara stumbled in and hit the “5” button. The doors began to close

“You don’t get to protect me from my own choices.” He exhaled slowly. “You’re stubborn.” “I learned from the best,” she replied. That night, Ethan lay awake staring at the ceiling. The doors were closing. But for the first time, he wasn’t alone in the hallway. PART 2 WHEN STANDING STILL IS A STATEMENT The gala was quieter than Maya expected. Not subdued polished. Controlled. The kind of event where every smile was calculated and every laugh landed exactly where it was meant to. Crystal lights hung overhead, reflecting off marble floors. Music floated through the air without demanding attention.

My dignity took a nosedive. A gloved hand shot out and caught my elbow before I face-planted. “Whoa, easy there, new girl.” I looked up—way up—into eyes the exact color of the ice behind him. Blue. Freezing. Way too amused. Knox Callahan was even taller up close. And he was grinning like he’d just scored the game-winner. “I’m fine,” I squeaked, yanking my arm back. My cheeks were on fire despite the negative-degree temperature. “Just… practicing my interpretive falling.”

He placed his ear on the door to overhear what Kyra was saying inside, but the next second, the door flung open. Mabel was standing there, dressed in a short flared gown. It had buttons that were undone around the chest, exposing her fair skin. Her face had no smile on it. In fact, her eyes were narrowed at me, with poker lips. Her soothing beauty and calming scent were the opposite of her personality — sometimes. “Fun night out?” She gritted out. “Why would anyone want to have a fun night out when things are like this?” “Kyra wants to go,” I pointed out, and her face darkened further like the night sky. “I even want to go.”

Isla POV Mabel was sitting on the nurse's cot with her legs swinging, an ice pack balanced on one knee and a bandage across her chin the size of a postage stamp. She looked less hurt than insulted. "I wasn't even on the high part," she said, before I'd gotten all the way through the door. "Everybody's saying I was on the high part. I was on the low part. Jaylen swung the bar." "Jaylen swung the bar."