Mabel Mora Novels & Stories

Adonis Mabel was the kind of girl you couldn't resist, I knew this the first time I set my eyes on her. She carried herself so confidently when she walked into a room, it was like the light was following her around. Her blonde hair reflecting bounced off the natural light, the heat of the sun made her rosy cheeks even more rosier. "My name is Mabel Jacobse, I am the daughter of Alpha Roderick Jacobse from the Brutal Shadows." It was the first thing she said to me.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

I let out a low whistle, shaking my head. “Juniper, this… this is insane.” “Is it?” she asks. “Or is it the only way you’re going to stand a chance against her?” She’s got me there. Mabel has done everything in her power to make my life hell, slipping through every loophole, manipulating every situation to her advantage. She's always a step ahead. If I could get her family to give me something… anything I could use…

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.

My gaze stayed locked on Nelle. I forced my voice steady. “You’re right about one thing. Mabel is wolf-less. She had no name here. She walked in from nowhere only weeks ago. But in that short time, she got an entire soccer team to kneel to her, became MVP of the tournament, built trust with high ranks from other packs, and earned the admiration of everyone under this roof. She strengthened our warriors and secured a tribute from Steelbite. She did all of it without a wolf, without a background, and without relying on me. Mabel’s status is real, not something that disappears the moment I turn my back.”

LOST Mabel was another maid in the mansion, but a sinister bond kept her close with Naomi. "Your outbursts are becoming more extreme by the day," Naomi said. Mabel growled, "watch it or I'd have to report you to the boss." Naomi chuckled, "Which one is it again? Our boss? Or Marcelo?" The question seemed to have caught Mabel off guard, because a flash of confusion clouded her expression. "And what do you mean by that?"

Arah and Tonio asked in unison. “Well, I don’t know who exactly,” Mabel said, pushing away strands of short, ash-blonde hair that clung to her face. “But my cousin works at the coroner's office, and one of their cameras caught something just before it went completely offline. She sent me the clip. Wait.” She fished her phone out of her shorts pocket, a thrilled edge in her voice. “You guys are gonna freak out!” Curiosity and anticipation knotted in Arah's stomach. Rumor or not, it upset her to see the memory of the kindest man she’d ever met violated like this. Only a monster would disturb Plumber Paul’s corpse in any way.

Alpha Sebastian gave his sister an approving glance, pleased with her loyalty. Mabel kept her expression neutral, but inside she was fuming. This was obviously some gold-digger's playbook ! Seduce Alpha Sebastian with her looks while playing the hero to win everyone over. How else would a nobody with zero connections have an entire family eating out of her hand ? Seeing Mabel's chilly reaction, Scarlett decided to keep any supportive comments to herself. The mood turned awkward again. Cecilia recognized the expression on Mabel's face. She'd gotten that same look from Luna Dora Pure suspicion, like she was some kind of con artist just because she didn't come from money.

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Isabelle asked. “Can I get back to you on that one?” Belinda asked, dimly hoping that this psychotic bitch from hell might have a sense of humour. She did. She laughed at Belinda’s joke as she slashed the knife at the computer programmer’s stomach. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:20