Mabel Juice Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to tolerate that kind of treatment anymore.” Mrs. Maddy nodded, giving me a grateful smile before walking out of the room. Bailey immediately grabbed a glass of juice and took a long drink. “Wow! This juice is amazing,” she said, her eyes widening. “The ginger flavor really stands out.” I poured myself a glass as well and took a sip. The combination of watermelon, pineapple, and ginger was refreshing, with just the right balance of sweetness and spice. “This is incredible,” I said, feeling the cool drink refresh me from the inside out.

“We have thought of that.” I squinted my eyes. “Really? Because it doesn’t seem like you did.” Maris reached behind her to the space near her chair and produced a tall glass of green juice. “This will help you to maintain your health, and the pup as well.” I stared at it in horror. I can’t say what I expected, but this wasn’t it. “What is that?” I asked, crinkling my nose. “Herbal juice,” she said and pushed it toward me so it slid along the tabletop like a present.

There were also little fruit cups with melon, pineapple, and strawberries, and small glasses of juice and smoothies for everyone. Jaden’s eyes widened immediately. “Wow! Look at all this! It looks so good!”

“Bring the salmon.” She turned to Clairessa. “And for you, miss?” “Water, please,” Clairessa responded. Maribel tilted her head. “Water? Are you sure? We have a blend of white peaches and grapefruit, fresh, chilled, and beautifully balanced. Light, refreshing, just perfect for the day.” “Oh, come on, just try it. One glass. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to finish.” Maribel’s insistence was obvious.

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.”

I looked down to see what was happening in the pool. I was really worried about Mabel so after five hours, I went to see how she's doing and if she has eaten. When I got to the pool, I saw her with a bottle of whiskey. She was sipping it while Fred was just there smiling at her. Mabel is not good at holding her liquor at all. I rushed towards her and took the bottle from her. She was already wasted “Let me go, crumpy head". Mabel yelled at me in her drunken state but I ignored her and faced Fred.

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.

She was turned away from me as she was doing dishes so I couldn't read her expression. ‘You know what ma'am? You go to the sitting room and relax in front of the television while I bring you a Shepard Pie. It is my grandmother’s recipe, you would love it,' Mabel said. She was such a happy person. ‘Thanks, Mabel. I would love to have juice too,' I said. ‘Of course. It is coming right up,’ Mabel said and I left.

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.

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.