Mabel Mora Novels & Stories

She couldn't allow that to happen. Mabel decided she would first have to destroy Joan and take away her shares, which should grab Asher's attention. Then she would start a bidding war between uncle and nephew. She wonders who would win. It would also serve her schemes well. Suck Hargreaves Corporation dry, then sell it to the highest bidder. It would serve her well indeed. Mabel picks up her phone and dials the number of her favorite agent. A writer for the Dailypost, a local cyber and print media. She is naught but a gossip peddler, but her writings garner a lot of attention. She would be perfect for the job.

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

I was hungry and hoped that food would give me the energy that I needed to figure out what to do. As I was making myself a sandwich, the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, revealing Mabel standing on the doorstep. I felt a sense of dread wash over me. She was smiling at me, but I could tell that something was wrong. "I am sleeping over in your house Porn star!" She screamed and o glared at furiously taken aback by what she says after everything she spilled out yesterday.

Tatiana feels like there was a hidden meaning to it, like a mystery finding for the right person to bring back the puzzle of its fractions. Tatiana's lips parted. She was too shocked and surprised that barely a gasp run out from her mouth, indicating that she's still breathing yet captured by the trance that seized her in a flick. The muffled voices were still lingering in her ears, dancing in the rhythm as if it found its set of instruments for the dazzling play. "W-what..." a murmur invaded her lips, having trouble stopping herself from walking further to the mysterious terrain. "N-no!" She strived an attempt to break free from the strong force that deterred her from moving. Yet, to her di

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

I’m standing in eternal space processing that I’m the original void entity, the first consumer that existed before existence itself, and my family is backing away from me with fear replacing recognition. “That’s not true,” I insist on Endless Hunger. “I’m Mabel. I remember being Mabel. I remember my life, my choices, my family.”

MIA I push myself on the swing but I can’t seem to find joy in the activity. Mabel beside me just sits still and kicks stones. We've been here for what feels like forever, and the rhythmic creak of the chains is the only sound heard in the park. It’s been a week—a week since Mom’s funeral, a week since our lives shifted permanently. I haven’t cried yet, and I can see that Mabel hasn’t either. It feels as though an invisible barrier has formed inside me, holding back waves of emotion that I know will eventually break free. But for now, we sit together in our silence, feeling the weight of our loss.

We made every effort to locate her, but it seemed as though all traces of her had mysteriously vanished from the face of the earth. But tragedy struck. Eleven months later, Mabel's life was cut short by heartbreak and loneliness. She had defied her witch sisters by becoming pregnant, leading to her banishment from their Coven. Alone and unsupported, Mabel struggled with depression and found it increasingly difficult to care for herself and the baby. Sadly, she passed away at a young age in her sleep.

I slammed the door shut on my way out of his room, quickly ran down stairs and slammed his front door shut. I needed a break, everything was still raw and fresh. Her death was since three months ago, but still I could hear Ruby's accusatory voice as she screamed that she never wanted Maeve to come for my party, she never even wanted her to be associated with a demon spawn like me.