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…"

She smiled again and said, "Oh, that's right! Drinking cold drinks isn't good for digestion. Not a problem. There's some juice without ice in the kitchen. I'll get the servant to get it for you now." After that, she nodded at the servant standing by near them as a signal to get the juice from the kitchen. At that moment, Sunny reached out and said, "Mom, you can give that juice to me. I prefer my juice cold." Phoebe was stunned. She looked at Sunny, who had no idea what was going on, with a weird expression. 'Ugh, here he goes—making a mess of my plan again.' The pomegranate juice had a load of saffron mixed in, and Phoebe was worried it would affect Sunny's health. She did not want to risk

he laughed sheepishly. "It's nothing!" both Dorothy and Bruce said in unison. "Let's go inside and chat," Mirabelle suggested. Luckily, there was light. "Alright!" all agreed. But before going in, Andre went back to the jeep to get some groceries and 4 bottles of expensive wine and juice meant for Mirabelle. She always loved juice. "Woah! My baby and I will finally taste juice again." she almost cried. Memories of childhood came again, along with their awful experience after they lost their daddy. She did her best to hold back her tears and Nicholas Ruby, her husband, placed his arms around her waist.

She supported. "Well, sorry fellas because you must eat something here too, so it's better you tell me what you want to eat or I'll help you to choose a meal and trust me, you don't want to waste the food I will be choosing for you." Her mom said with a sly smile. "If that's the case, then I think dessert will do the trick." Mabel quickly replied and I nodded. "Yes, cheesecake and apple juice." I said too and her mom nodded and left while Mabel and I sighed in relief.

“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.”

Maybe I shouldn't leave my walls so high up. Brenna’s face twisted like she’d tasted something sour. “So that’s how it is?” she spat. “You’re picking her?” Mabel didn’t even blink. “No. I’m picking decency.” Her voice was steady, sharper than I’d ever heard it. “Oh, give me a break,” Brenna scoffed. “You think you’re better than us now?” “I think I know what kind of person I want to be,” Mabel said. “And it’s not someone who throws juice on another girl just to feel powerful.” Her gaze didn’t waver. Not once.

Mabel woke up in the morning with a huge headache. She suddenly felt irritated and ran to the bathroom to vomit. "I drank to stupor again." She quickly cleaned herself and got ready for another day of wasting her life. She reached downstairs and saw Kyle getting ready to take little Josh to school. As Josh saw Mabel, he hid behind his father's leg. Kyle turned to look at Josh behind him. He sighed and carried his son up. "I need the key Kyle." She stretched out her hand forward, to collect the key.

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