Mabel Pines Novels & Stories

If any Shark deserves to be major it is him. At dawn, I get up from the bed, I feel too restless to stay in one place. The images of yesterday’s tragedy still hunt my thoughts. A couple of hours later, Mabel comes out of her room. “I was thinking we could use something sweet right now, we should have pancakes for breakfast,” she suggests as she pats Baxter on the back. “I think we are out of butter. Would you mind ask the Jordans for some?”

“Badarong Mabel!, exclaimed Ami. I am just not looking forward to this cruise, is all. Mabel was about to say something when her phone rang. “Grrrr,” she growled. Trust bossy Mansour to keep secrets. He said that pinky is waiting for me downstairs. “Pinky?” enquired Ami. “Yeah, pinky and flamenco,” Mabel growled yet again. It took seconds before Ami got who her cousin was referring to. “Aaahh, Devlin and Fidelo. Don’t you like them? They seem to be good guys.” Says the woman who is afraid of dealing with Ali’s friends.” countered Mabel. “I better get going, else Mansour won’t stop calling me. I wonder what those two fed him. “Kalla da pusa nga surot nga surot,!” she complained.With that she

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.

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.

They hopped and pranced in delight when they saw all the colorful flavors and sprinkles. I pulled out my phone and opened the camera to take a picture of the twins. From beyond the window, I caught sight of a woman in sunshades holding a professional camera. She was pointing it directly at us. “Hey, babies!” I hushed, “Let’s go sit in the car!” “But it’s so fun here!” Mabel said, “I like my pink cushion!” She was sitting on a giant pink star-shaped seat. “Yeah!” said Miles, “It’s so nice!”

Mabel was a soft-looking young girl, seemingly to be around sixteen years of age, younger than I am. But, I didn't doubt her capabilities. Axel had testified after all. Moreover, she's likable. Mabel seemed surprised that I'd replied to her, and took a while to come back to her senses, she opened her mouth like a fish, and I giggled. “You look so silly.” I pointed out amidst laughs, and she smiled sheepishly before lowering her head. “You spaced out, so I was slightly worried.” She didn't stutter this time, and I was surprised at how pleasant

A third young lady arrived, joining them at their table. The shorter lady, with sleek black hair, bright blue eyes, bold red lips and a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, snapped her fan shut. Her blue dress shimmered under the hall’s chandeliers. “Lysandra, you are late. Very unladylike.” Peggy chided with a sharp tone. “A lady should never be late to a party even her own birthday.” added Eleanor, the taller of the two. Her brown hair was pinned back in elegant waves, and her soft brown eyes sparkled. She wore a pink satin dress, and the diamond on her engagement ring gleamed.

"I'll obtain it." I didn't waste another moment. I ran outside, still racing my heart. I spotted one of the werewolves hanging around and instructed him quickly on what I needed. He hung around for a moment before running off. In a few minutes, he came back, carrying a bundle of ashwood, his face filled with unhurried concern. I took it and ran back inside, where Mabel was already getting to work. She took the ashwood from me and traced a tremendous circle on the ground with studied precision, her fingers tracing out patterns in the earth. When she completed it, she moved outside of it, her expression unreadable.

“It's Mabel. She's almost here.” I was already moving. I handed over my glass with a server and strolled outside. The night breeze tousled my hair as I slowed at the grand terrace. More guests arrived. Cameras flashed, their lights blinding. Then a familiar convoy pulled up. A valet opened the door, and my breath caught in my throat. And then Mabel Parker stepped out in a red satin gown and hair styled in vintage waves like she’d just walked out of a 1950s silver screen.

Gates leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder… when Adeline nudged me because I wasn’t laughing hard enough at a joke she made… I felt it. Warmth. Soft, unfamiliar peace. And it scared me a little, how easily it slipped into my chest without asking permission. But it felt good too. Good in a way I didn’t think I could feel again. This morning, Mabel knocked on my door with a wide smile and a dress draped over her arm. A soft, pastel dress that looked too delicate for someone like me. Too gentle. Too pretty. She held it out like it was something precious.