Mabel Pines Novels & Stories

Aunt Mandy asked, typing a mail to the baker. "I am thinking of something that has to do with peach flowers. I mean, we can't bring a blossoming peach tree to the venue but we could do something that would create that feel, right? Peach flowers drifting to the floor gently. I... I think it would be perfect and Pietro would absolutely love the idea." "It has something to do with Pietro calling you Peaches, right?" Aunt Mandy asked with a smile, now putting her phone away and focusing all her attention to me.

"Mabel, I don't have time for this. Tell me what I want to know, or things will get... unpleasant." For a moment, I thought I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. But then her expression hardened, and she smiled again. "Fine," she said, her voice sulky. "If I knew anything, which I don't, I might say that there's a house in the woods. A big, old house with a crooked roof and a garden full of wildflowers." I studied her face, searching for any sign of deception. But Mabel’s expression seemed genuine, if a bit sulky. I nodded, my mind already turning over the information.

Nyx stirred inside me, her presence a restless pulse beneath my skin, as if she could sense the approaching storm long before I could. I pulled on my jacket and slipped out of my small cabin, the cold morning air biting at my cheeks. The forest was eerily still, as though holding its breath. The tall pines stretched overhead, their needles shimmering faintly in the early light, casting long, wavering shadows across the mossy floor. The camp was quiet, save for a few early risers preparing for the day. Mara sat on a fallen log, sharpening her claws on a stone with slow, deliberate strokes. Her usually fierce gaze was softened by worry, her brow furrowed as she looked up when I approached.

Zane’s POV "We should visit your parents more often." River water still clung to her hair. I felt the cool strands against my neck as I carried her up the trail. The falls roared behind us. My boots sank into soft earth where our bodies had pressed the grass flat. Two pairs of shoes still sat on the cliff. I did not go back for them. "I want to bring flowers," Mabel said. She tucked closer in my arms. "And thank them. That place helps me think. I see things clear there."

The sound echoed, a sharp reminder of the ticking clock that seemed to be drumming inside my skull. Mabel was seated by the arched window, the afternoon sun casting long, skeletal shadows across her face as she stared out toward the jagged peaks of the northern range. She didn't turn when I entered, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles white against the dark velvet of her gown.

At that moment, I was just glad I'd come to my senses early before I got dragged further into their mess. I didn't spare them another glance. Instead, I got into the car with Dad and drove off. … From that day on, Mabel disappeared from my life. At first, I was worried she might come looking for me again after she dealt with Carter and the child. It wasn't until a year later that I heard from a friend that she had been paralyzed. After returning from New Bastia, Mabel forced herself to go through with an abortion. Resentment consumed Carter, and he drove his car straight into her, leaving her crippled.

Isla POV Mabel was sitting on the nurse's cot with her legs swinging, an ice pack balanced on one knee and a bandage across her chin the size of a postage stamp. She looked less hurt than insulted. "I wasn't even on the high part," she said, before I'd gotten all the way through the door. "Everybody's saying I was on the high part. I was on the low part. Jaylen swung the bar." "Jaylen swung the bar."

Jasper could only make a guess. “Are you guys in trouble?” Mabel whispered. “Don’t worry, Madam. Everything is fine. We’re just acting along in a play,” Summer comforted her, telling her not to worry. “During this time, take good care of yourself, alright?” Mabel nodded. After all, Mabel was once the target of those who wanted to kidnap and hurt her, but they did not succeed. “Don’t worry, they won’t be able to defeat me." Mabel looked proud.

I pushed myself through the crowd rushing out the building in search for Mabel when I spotted her coming out from another building, Middle school. I stepped in beside her but she didn't notice because her face was glued to her phone screen. "Who are you texting?" I looked over her shoulders as I watched her type in a number. She was pretty tall for her age. Only thirteen years old, and she already almost towered over me. Almost. "I'm about to call someone, how do I look?" She adjusted her hair and shirt. "They're not going to see you through the phone..."

“I have a surprise for you.” “Again? But this is crazy considering I am just your temporary PA.” “You are not JUST to me Mabel, you know that. Not just a PA, you are more to me. You are the only stubborn one who wants nothing more when in fact I offered you more.” “More? You offered friendship, Devlin and I accepted.” “Well okay, if we are friends, then you are not a JUST for me, Do humor me Mabel and just say yes, please.” “Okay, whatever this surprise is.” She slid in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. Devlin drove towards the Abu Dhabi Yacht and Sailing Club Harbor near Marina Mall and Mabel’s heart sped up.