Mabel Land Novels & Stories

Makaila's POV Ten years later. I rubbed my big baby bump and smiled as I watched my little boy, Kayden run around playing fetch with Bruno, our dog. I gave the maids the final instructions as they set the big buffet table, getting ready for the barbeque get together they would be having in two hours. People were already beginning to show up. I looked at my watch and sighed. My husband, Christian's flight should have landed by now and Rita and Nigel would pick him up on their way. At least, they should have called.

I nodded slightly. "Alright that's it guys let's talk later " she said and ended the call . "See , you can still coordinate from over here" Mabel said, turning to me. "It's still not the same as being there, I'm still very limited here" "If you say so, " she said. "Anyways let's go have breakfast " she said standing up. "I'm not hungry" I replied. "Really Love, we don't want everybody knowing we have a problem now right"

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

Knowing that the two women needed some time alone, the two men left them alone to talk, as they were sure they wouldn’t try to murder each other. “You idiot, I waited for your call,” Mabel insulted as she moved closer to Nala and pulled her in for a hug. She was the only friend she had ever made well apart from Dorian and Christian. It felt good to find out that they were just mistaken. “I see we still have terrible families in common,” Nala joked as she hugged Mabel back. “Yeah, well I’m done with them,” Mabel stated. “He has killed my grandparents,” she told Nala who let go of her and placed her hand over her mouth.

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.

Blair stared down at Mable from above with a dark face. Solomon whispered to him from behind, “Was Mable stimulated by your abandonment and became silly?” “Mr. Rowland, you must be joking.” Mable stretched her arms and rested them on the shoulders of the handsome young men on both sides. She smiled more charmingly. “Isn’t it nice to have long-legged models, handsome caring guys, and clingy little puppies? Why should I give up a whole forest for an *sshole?” Solomon was shocked to the core.

Mabel refused their help and dragged her injured body to the inpatient ward to see Gisselle. She needed to pack everything and complete the discharge paperwork. Once everything was ready, Mabel sent Alex a message. She leaned down and kissed Gisselle's forehead gently. "Mom, wait for me. I'll meet you in Mythara soon." "What are you going to Mythara for?" Lennon's voice rang out behind her like a nightmare, making her freeze. Mabel stood up calmly. "A friend's getting married and invited me to the wedding." Lennon looked at her suspiciously. She simply held out her phone for him to see.

she told me in the same disapproving tone she had used with me last night when we returned from the forest, all battered and carrying Maya. "I'm sorry, ma," I said, my head bent low. I couldn't even feel indignation, as I usually felt whenever Mabel shows how disappointed she was in me. "That's new," Mabel replied in a cutting tone. She pushed past me and walked into Maya's room. I was left standing there at a loss, trying to remember why I had come up in the first place. Almost as soon as she had gone in, Mabel's head popped back out. "There's a young man walking around in the forest, probably searching for us. She uses the signs of the Sulfur Hands, but he's trailed by many Corrupted. I ne

Lila says, “We’ll go with my idea. I saw a locked door all the way at the other side of the estate. It’s not on any maps, and I know for a fact Mabel knows how to unlock doors with hair pins.” Everyone glances at Mabel, who shakes her head, uneffected. I wouldn’t put it past Mabel to pull something off like that. She seems like the type of girl to get in trouble often. I decide I better put a stop to this. “If it’s locked, it’s locked for a reason.”

The fountain head and bench with the tall walls and plants covering it like a secret alcove, it was my happy place. Instead of going in right away I kept walking around with Oisin in toe not saying anything. The large Viking ship must be his closet. The bed sat in between the closets and what I assumed was the bathroom door. It had a picture of a waterfall off of a lake with mist coming off of the water. When I looked closer, there was a young girl sunbathing on a large rock. Maeve. "But how. Who? When?" I felt large arms encompass me from behind and a kiss on the top of my head as I tried to hold back tears.