Mabel Mora Novels & Stories

“Your mom’s birthday? Why didn’t you say anything?” “Nah, it’s not a big deal,” Mabel said, her voice soft. She looked down, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. “I just… didn’t want to make a fuss, especially since she hurt people, plus it’s been years since she passed, but I still like to honor her memory quietly. A sweet note or something would have been nice, though.” My heart ached for her. Mabel always put on a brave face, but I could see the sadness lingering behind her smile. Mentally, I made a decision: I would write her a note, something heartfelt and meaningful. But that wasn’t enough. She deserved more.

I sighed and took my seat again, i brought out my laptop and opened it, as I was about to log onto my mail, my phone dinged it was a notification. I brought out my phone and it was a post from Mabel , oh Mabel!. I clicked on the notification and her picture came up , it was titled "There's peace in simplicity". I clicked on the picture. She was putting on an orange flowered material that clung tightly to her body , her curvy body!, It stopped right on her thighs on a black espadrille . I swallowed hard. There's really beauty in simplicity!!. I clicked on the comment section and she already had tons of comments.

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.

“Ahh American, there are ways of finding passion without your extensive knowledge. Like Ami and Mabel, I know they are passionate women because of the way they treat their interests in a very passionate way. Take Mabel for instance, when she teaches self-defense to our other staff, she does it with passion. Ami draws with passion as well. Both of them are like my sisters, however. I feel no connection with them besides a brotherly feeling. It is just a puzzle for me why Ali let her go but I can see that Rain might be the answer to Ami’s happiness. I just hope she’ll recognize it soon. How about you Devlin? You seem to be contented being friends with Mabel but when I see the two of you togeth

“You will never leave this house hungry, Aristide Moretti. I will never be the kind of wife who lets her husband march into war with nothing in his stomach. Eat first. Then move.” The silence stretched before Aristide finally exhaled, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re impossible.” “And I’m right.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Sit. I’ll get Mabel.” Before I could step away, the door opened again, and Mabel bustled in as though summoned by fate itself. Her apron was dusted with flour, and her hair had escaped its bun. “Don’t tell me you’ve all been plotting on empty stomachs,” she said, hands on her hips. “That’s no way to win a war.”

The room fell silent, stunned by the turn of events. "Goodbye, gentlemen," she said with a seductive smirk as she walked away. "Wait, hold on!" Lucas called after her. "At least tell me your name." She paused, turning her head slightly. "Mabel West," she replied with a playful smile. "Just call me Mabel." Lucas felt a strange pull toward her. "Mabel, I thought you didn’t have the—" "Money?" she interrupted, her voice firm. "I don’t like assumptions, Mr..."

Then suddenly, Mabel’s eyes turned red with tears. “You always do this,” she whispered brokenly. “Do what?” I frowned slightly. “You make me feel insignificant.” She wiped her tears dramatically before continuing. “I am the mother of your child, Dominic. The only woman you have ever been with. Yet you constantly embarrass me in front of strangers.” She cried. “That is not what happened downstairs.” My jaw tightened slightly. “But it is,” she snapped emotionally. Mabel stepped closer with tears rolling down her cheeks. “For five years, I have stayed beside you. I gave birth to Nora. I endured your distance and coldness without complaining. But the second I demand something, you deny me the sa

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

“But right now, the last thing we want is attention, especially with what has been going on lately, and if Mabel finds out about Zora’s real identity…” “She’ll bring them swarming to our lands,” Roman concluded. “Have we met before?” Mabel suddenly said, peering at me and it took me a few seconds to realize she was talking to me. I swallowed. “I don’t think we have,” I muttered. “Caroline Spade,” I said, stretching my hand out for a handshake. Mabel took it gracefully. I made sure to maintain eye contact with her and give her a firm handshake. Abigail on the other hand, maintained her frown and kept her lips in a thin line.

Summer said resentfully. “That won't work!” Mabel was a true Country M citizen. She did not have flexible thinking. She was getting anxious. “Your father and I loved each other. I look young, but we’re the same age.”