Mabel Mora Novels & Stories

Mabel stepped out dressed in emerald silk and diamonds that caught the overhead lights every time she moved. Her eyes settled on me immediately and then she smiled. “Morana!” she called warmly as though we were family in any meaningful sense of the word. I barely had time to react before she crossed the distance between us, kissed my cheek publicly and rested her hand lightly against my arm. “You should have come home sooner.”

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

She wiped Isabel’s injured body clean with a wet towel and waited for the doctor’s arrival. Xavi returned with the doctor, who did a thorough check up on Isabel and confirmed that she was in a coma, but he admitted that he wasn’t certain how soon she would regain her consciousness. Paulina’s sadness turned to happiness on hearing the news. She believed there was a glimmer of hope in her daughter’s case because Isabel was a strong werewolf.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

He returned the folder to Manager Caleb "I have made myself clear, I won't abort the pregnancy, and nothing is going to change that” Manager Caleb glared at her angrily, “Mora, do you think you are the only singer in District Z? Your friend May is now a top singer in the industry, she is now an A-list celebrity with just an album, and what have you achieved apart from getting pregnant with a bastard!” he scolded Mora angrily. Mama Sarah was upset, “Manager Caleb, you should mind what you say” she rebuked him. Manager Caleb shut up and swallowed the words he wanted to say, Mora fumed “leave, don't ever return” Mora yelled at him angrily, her eyes were red.

Mabel handed the phone to the person who was before her then she said in a hushed tone, "That's Ava, she gives me creeps. I want her dead...or maybe alive to be tortured first before she gets killed." Her face showed seriousness and anger, "She looks so beautiful! Did she come from Pluto or venus? Just like a Greek goddess, I could go down with her firstly before I execute killing hee. I can't just let such beauty spill away by me without inserting my greasy liquid in her," the man laughed and Mabel sighed. "Do whatever you want to do to her, you can even rip it into pieces and bore her hole so deep! I don't care," Mabel spat from her mouth, rolling her eyes as he placed her purse on the des

“ you can do this. I know you can. Don't give up yet." “i have something that might cheer you up " she suggested. Standing up from the chair she went to her bag. She brought out a magazine and gave it to me. I collected it. “what is this?" I asked while opening the pages, “ I brought something for you. Open it to page 35. Read it" Mabel said motioning to open the the page she described. I got to the page and began reading the article. “ I'm pretty sure you know Ryan Oswald. He is a multimillionaire and as we all know loves fashion and everything trendy"

“What did you expect from me? Treat her like garbage? You lost your chance to be a good mother and raise a beautiful girl and I did it. I'm so glad that I get to be the mother she didn't have. I heard you got another girl and you came to plead for them to let go of … the whole story is so funny, I can't even imagine how you had the courage to meet two young ladies to tell them that? Is that how pathetic you've become, Amora?” “Mabel, that's enough, I know that I might have done a lot of wrongs, but you can't blame me for the position I was in. You had it better than I did, you always did. Did you even consider help….” “Did I consider helping you? That's not even an argument we should bring u

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

“No. I swear that those pictures don’t represent who I really am. I, I didn’t know when and how they were taken.” “How could you not think that something like this could’ve be used against you when you became my Luna?” I was almost raising my voice. “I am sorry. I will tell you everything about it. It was… a part of my past that I’d buried a long time ago.” “If you want to clear this mess, you better tell me everything and do not leave a single detail out because this is not a small type of scandal.” “I will tell you,” Mabel said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand as she began narrating the story. “I was 15 years old then, and it was my first and only night in the brothel. I never w