Mabel Juice Novels & Stories

Mabel suggests to her son after dinner. “That is a great idea, then I’ll show the doctors I am ready to go back to work,” Leopold replies, he is being insisting for days that he is ready to go back to the Ministry of Bravery, although his doctors disagree. “Let’s see how the walk goes,” Mabel replies with patience. “Aubrey, do me a favor. Take Roberta’s blender back to her house, I forgot all about it till now.” “Of course,” I say trying to ignore the fact that this is the third time today that she uses me as her personal messenger to get things to Mrs. Jordan.

On their way, they stopped at a small supermarket near the corner. “We should get something to drink,” Melody said. “Jamie can have wine, but Cynthia can’t. She’s breastfeeding.” Logan nodded. “Let’s get both, wine and juice then.” Inside the store, Melody walked straight to the juice section. She didn’t even hesitate before picking up Cynthia’s favorite apple juice brand. “You remembered,” Logan said, watching her. Melody already told him once how obsessed her friend was with apples and apple juice. “She’s obsessed with this one. Says the others taste fake.”

I chipped. A flicker beneath her eyes said she didn't buy. But she nodded, “Of course. When is Ruth's hearing?” We headed inside and lounged by the poolside. A soft jazz played as Alec's butler served us freshly made fruit juice. Alec's phone rang, and he excused himself to take it. “Congratulations, Mabel. Hopefully, Angelina takes the cue and backs off forever,” Ruth chimed. I let out a deep breath. “I hope so too.”

But then again, shouldn’t Mabel be the one getting voodooed? She closed her eyes and wiped the last of her tears away. It was late in the afternoon when she woke up. A bowl of cold porridge sat on her nightstand, next to an apple and a smoothie. She still didn’t have an appetite, but she didn’t want to worry her family any more than she already had, so she forced herself to eat. Then she picked up her phone, which she’d barely touched in days. Missed calls, text messages, and social media notifications filled the screen. It was fully charged—her sister must have been charging it for her while she slept.

What eyes full of life! - What kind of juice do you want to drink? asks the stewardess softly, leaning over and looking at the pretty little girl. Julie blinks and points to the green bottle. - It's a kiwi juice that will be a little sour, says the stewardess. Maybe Julie isn't afraid to taste something sour. So she nods her head in affirmation. The stewardess gives her a glass of kiwi juice. Maybe because Julie is too cute, the stewardess asks her:

Mabel asked. " chicken soup?" Carl asked. " trust me Carl. You want to taste that. Mabel makes the best chicken soup ever. I'll drink it but right now I'm sleepy" I said, leaving the room. " then I guess I'll try that." I heard Carl say. " great. Give me 5 minutes " she said, standing up. Nudging me by the shoulder, Mabel winked at me. I scoffed. This girl still had time to think dirty thoughts.... I shared my head and walked into my room.

When that didn’t work, I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen, hoping food or water would help. The smell of coffee and toast filled the air, and Mabel was already there, perched on the counter, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up when she heard me walk in, her lips curling into an amused smirk. “Having a migraine, huh?” she teased. I winced at the brightness of the kitchen lights. “I didn’t even realize I drank that much.” Mabel chuckled. “Oh, you did. You were the life of the party, babe. At some point, you were dancing on a table.”

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.

Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.

“Nice one I get that a lot. Are you sure you’re not Rivers? She has a cruel sense of humor on that show of hers she was kicked off of.” Rachel winced. “Nope, not her. Have fun Lard my lad, she said, unable to help herself with the bad puns. “Mabel I’m going to get a drink.” She went to the bar where a young kid worked as a bartender. The blue and red lights of the club made it nearly impossible to see but when she squinted she could see just how handsome he was. And she was ready to make bad decisions. “What do you have?” she asked after she caught his eyes.