Mabel Juice Novels & Stories

After three days and nights without sleep, he finally narrowed it down: a basement bar called Deep Alley. Dim lighting. A low cello hummed beneath the air as a saxophone drifted lazily through the shadows. Mabel sat in the deepest corner, swirling a custom cocktail in her hand: Colombian Mist. Cold on the tongue. Bitter on the finish. With a lingering strength that sank deep enough to intoxicate. She was staring absently at the ice melting into the liquor when a powerful arm suddenly locked around her waist. Something hot spilled down the back of her neck. "Mabel…"

Their eyes showed not just blame, but also clear surprise. The two of them found it unbelievable! In their impression, Mabel had always been very sensible since she was young. Raised in an environment with excellent family values and top-notch education, Mabel grew up to be a well-mannered and cultured individual. She was smart and capable of handling things independently. How could it be that she was the one causing such a loud commotion in a public place? That was just so rude! Jasper looked a bit odd; he was missing a patch of hair on his head and had a noticeable bruise on his face, looking like he just got into a fight.

Mabel nodded and left the CEO's office. Returning to her own office, she scrutinized the sales data and noticed the explosive growth of Sebastian's Arctic Snow Mask. At this rate, it could actually surpass the company's facial mask. She couldn't allow it to happen. Absolutely not! After some careful consideration, Mabel tidied up her things and grabbed her bag. She was heading straight to Sebastian's small shop. Regardless, she had to give it a try. If necessary, she would take a more aggressive approach!

“Do we really need to discuss this like it’s a peace treaty negotiation? Pick a date and stick to it.” I caught Lydia’s eye, and we shared a quiet laugh. This was exactly what I’d expected, a blend of opinions, advice, and just a hint of chaos. “Daddy, can I wear a crown?” Mabel’s sweet voice piped up, cutting through the din. She looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes, her hands clasped in front of her like she was already imagining herself as a princess. “Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, leaning forward to ruffle her hair. “You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever.”

"Yes, as ordered by the Alpha so enjoy it." "Oh," I nodded slowly and picked up the spoon. I looked up when I felt someone staring at me. "Uhh... what are you doing here?" I mumbled in surprise when I saw Mabel standing some metres away from me. "She became Alpha Jared's maid after you left, so it's now her responsibility to serve you too." Mia explained and I took my gaze to Mabel again. Her eyes were on the floor and she was all squeezed up that it made me wonder why, but I said nothing and just went back to my food.

At first, it’d taste like shit if you’re drinking the first time, but your tongue has another sip, and you cannot help but finish the rest of the drink. “It’s orange blended with mango, banana and pineapple. There’s a helpful portion of coconut water, too.” Hearing him say everything makes me want to gag, but the juice tells me otherwise. I’d rather not know what has been put inside but it’s too late. “Sounds chaotic, but the juice is nice.” “It is. It’s from a colleague. It’s targeted towards people in their late 30s and above. Young kids wouldn’t like this, but I just wanted to share it. It’s all I’ve got in the office.”

Nobody wants to go about in the rain though, it seems. While Devlin was busy getting himself wet touring the city, Mabel was excited because two nights before her flight back to the UAE, her cousin Rain will be holding a bride search party and after becoming close to Ami two years ago after her unfortunate experience, she was hoping her cousins would end up with each other. She has high hopes for them both. If there was something good that harrowing experience gave her, it was the friendship of her cousins. She was happy to be back home after two years in the UAE. After her heartbreak, she fled the city, not even attending the next coronation to hand over the crown. There were speculations a

HAILEY Marcus Vega's report arrived via encrypted email at eleven PM. I'd been waiting for it, refreshing my inbox obsessively since dinner. When it finally appeared, I opened it immediately, scanning through the pages. Mabel James. Born Mabel James, married name Mabel Hoss. Thirty-two years old. Stylist based in Los Angeles, recently returned to New York. I already knew all of that. I scrolled down, looking for something useful. Something I could actually use against her.

"Oh, that's right. Um, sorry Gabriel. I just think muffins are a little better, you know?" "No, I don't." "Let's vote on it," I suggested. "All in favor for my grandma's chocolate chip muffins." I was suprised when most of the hands went up. Only Gabe, Bethany and Abby didn't raise their hands. "I think that settles it." Haven smiled. "Oh and one more thing, I think we should nix guava juice in place of sparkling lemonade that I'm gonna make." "I already got the ingredients for it." Bethany stated.

She then found the medicine box below the cabinet and took two headache pills. After that, she went to open the refrigerator in the kitchen, she noticed, "What happened to those fruit juices I used to drink?" The servant responded, "Mr. Jardin said those fruit juices contained additives and weren't healthy. So, he replaced them all with milk. What kind of fruit juice do you want to drink? I can make a fresh one for you." Madelyn did not respond. She just poured a glass of warm water. She thought, 'Now that he's been relieved from his position, he's so free that he takes care of these kinds of things? He sure has a lot of free time.'