Mabel Land Novels & Stories

Mabel made tea in mismatched mugs and put on a film they both ignored after the first ten minutes. It felt like being twelve again. "I've been thinking about leaving," Mabel said, during a quiet part of the film. "Leaving... leaving where?" "Here. The pack. All of it." She tucked her knees up. "I want to go somewhere human. Properly human. Study art. Maybe model." She reached over to the desk without getting up and pulled a brochure from the stack and handed it to Briar. Paris. A school with tall windows and morning light on the cover. Inside were studios and galleries and people who looked like they were exactly where they wanted to be.

Originally, he wanted Cedric's aunt, but Cedric's grandfather intervened and forced Mabel into the arrangement instead. Although Mabel was grateful to the Henwoods for taking her in, life there wasn't much better than that of a servant. When she heard about her grandfather's decision, she gathered her courage and ran away. Tragically, what should have been her escape from one prison only threw her into another. On her way from Boston to New York, she collapsed on the road—only to be "rescued" by Burnell, whose lecherous gaze sealed her fate. She had fled the wolf's den, only to fall into the tiger's lair.

Catherine narrowed her eyes and asked softly, “Did Earl call you again? Is that why you…” Mabel smiled bitterly. She lived abroad for about five years, and Catherine had accompanied her all those years. She was a psychologist. Mabel would share everything with her. She knew what happened to the Winters family. Mabel had nothing to hide from her. Mabel smiled bitterly and said, “Duke is getting married…”

Puffed Benedict stopping the carriage and we all led out. The land was surprisingly sort of deserted, at least I thought until I got to see three women passing by. "What's this place called?" I asked from Mr. Edward. "It's known as Tierra del Diego. The land of fire. Your father rented it to the migrants from the south. They take care of this place. They are latin natives. They don't speak english but I believe you can understand what they say." "Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here."

I questioned with caution; not too sure if her visit's a friendly one or not. "I have great news!" She sang, skipping down the halls- so I guess the visit's a friendly one. "I'm going to get changed real quick; be right back," Mabel told me and I nodded for her to go. Mabel turned back and headed down the hall to her room. I looked over at Cecille, who looked happy to see Mabel leaving before she could reach us. They don't get along much; if you haven't already guessed. Mabel's a sweet, shy girl, who doesn't like trouble. Her job in the pack to get information on everyone. Even though she's a computer geek who wears glasses when she reads, she's actually really pretty. Cecille on the other h

Why? Because it was Maverick who stood in front of me with a weird smile. Seeing him brought back memories from today and my blood almost boiled at the sight of him. Just what was he doing here? "Hey Arabella," he said as he wiped the sweat off his face and got off the cycle. I just gave him a forced smile. "Hi, Maverick." "I didn't know you lived here." He said looking around. I shrugged. "I could say the same to you"

“I still hear him.” I stood there, gate between us, my wolf sure as ever, feeling oddly relieved, thinking about my father yelling about his back while building a room full of my future. “Why’d you come back?” “Because it’s finished,” Mabel said. “I felt it this morning. Whatever Callum was holding over the territory, it finally broke. I felt it from three territories away, packed up, and came here.” Her gaze held mine. “I waited eight years for that.”

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.

"Mabel, I don't have time for this. Tell me what I want to know, or things will get... unpleasant." For a moment, I thought I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. But then her expression hardened, and she smiled again. "Fine," she said, her voice sulky. "If I knew anything, which I don't, I might say that there's a house in the woods. A big, old house with a crooked roof and a garden full of wildflowers." I studied her face, searching for any sign of deception. But Mabel’s expression seemed genuine, if a bit sulky. I nodded, my mind already turning over the information.

"I haven't told you everything I know. Emilia doesn't know about the hidden Barracks so her plan on attacking is highly flawed. I was going to present a simple plan that can wipe out your Barracks and your people in one move." My heart picked up again as I exchanged worried glances with Sydney and Abigail asked, "How?" Mabel began to walk in circles around Abigail. "You never asked me how I was able to find the Barracks and Sector Three and also the Underground as well as other places. so fast." She said delightfully. "Yea. How did you do that?" Abigail asked, turning to her. Mabel stopped in her movement, with eyes wide and a malicious grin on her face. "Simple. My father taught me how to b