Mabel Juice Novels & Stories

“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.

It was in anticipation. “Gran?” Her voice wafted over me, prickling my skin and causing my breath to catch. I turned, and my chest compacted as I watched her approach hesitantly, eyeing me warily as she held up a glass of champagne that she had for Mabel. “Oh, thank goodness,” Mabel said, bustling past me to reach for the glass. “I need to wash my mouth out something fierce. That little pastry I had, whatever the hell it was, tasted like ass.”

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!