Mabel Pines Sweater Novels & Stories

"You're being unfair, Mabes! How could you buy such an expensive watch for him and none for me?" Mabel was extremely frustrated by now, and she wasn't in the mood for his flirting and teasing. She just grabbed him by the neck and growled, "I said, put it back." Her grip was so strong that Clyde struggled to breathe. He had never seen such a dark and dangerous look on her face before, and he hurriedly took off the watch and placed it right back in its box. Mabel's expression softened very slightly. She then warned him, "Don't you ever forget your place. You're not allowed to touch anything that doesn't belong to you!"

She has been getting increasingly secretive about it but that is just making my curiousness grow even more. The kids were up early as well, their excitement infectious. Mabel twirled around the living room in her pale pink dress, her curls bouncing with every spin. Miles looked dashing in his tiny suit, though he protested against the bowtie until Thomas stepped in, convincing him it was what “all the cool gentlemen wear.” Watching them chatter and giggle, I felt my heart swell.

It’s like I’m the only one who finds this whole situation bizarre. I mean, who is this guy, and why does he seem so comfortable here? He’s acting like he has a say in this, like he belongs. And the way Mabel is smiling at him... it’s not just polite. It’s familiar. Intimate. Helena leans in again, her voice low. “This is weird, right? I’m not imagining it?” “No, you’re definitely not,” I whisper back. “This is beyond weird.” Mabel twirls slightly in the dress, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t know... I like it, but maybe you’re right. It could use a little something extra.”

The dress Mabel chose for me is breathtaking. I have never seen a dress like this before. I was expecting for her to sabotage me in some way, choosing a cheap fabric, an unflattering design or giving the dressmaker the wrong size, but none of that happened, the dress is spectacular and it fits me perfectly. I think it is safe to say the my mother-in-law is finally starting to accept me. Mabel even offered me to help me do my hair and she did an amazing job making it into a waterfall braid that suits my features just right.

He pushed past the acrylic pullovers and the shrunken wool vests. "Come on," Elion whispered. "Alex painted it. It has to be here." If the painting was a prophecy, the prop had to exist. He reached the end of the rack. There it was. A heavy, grey, cable-knit sweater. It looked oversized. Cozy. It looked like something a fisherman would wear to wait out a storm. Elion grabbed it. He checked the tag. 100% Wool. Made in Ireland. He held it up. It looked exactly like the one in the painting. The texture. The color.

“Let me buy it as my wedding gift. You will be my bridesmaid, after all. As my thanks, okay?” “Okay.” Pauline finally nodded. “Five more minutes, then we’ll go upstairs.” “Take your time. I’ll join you after five minutes.” “Are you sure?” Emily raised her eyebrows. “Yep. Go ahead.” Emily walked alone to see some men’s shirts. Jacob always wore tailor-made clothes, but she wanted to buy something for him. Seeing a brown knit sweater, she checked the fabric. It was smooth and warm, but thin. As Jacob traveled a lot, Emily knew she found another wonderful gift for her fiance.

Honestly, I wanted to laugh. She wasn't wrong. It was ruined. This kind of fabric couldn't be washed. The oil stains had destroyed it. I let out a slow sigh, then spoke, "You have no idea, do you? This outfit was handmade by Vixen himself. It's one of a kind. Just this one piece alone could buy your entire wardrobe." Mabel still looked completely unbothered. "Oh, please. Do you think I'd believe that? Look at how plain it is. How expensive could it possibly be?"

I blushed and whispered, "Ok." Mabel came along with two other ladies. "Excuse us, Jasper. We have to take her now." she put her hands around my arm dragging me with her. Mabel gave me a blue dress. It stopped at my knee. The hem was made with shiny stones, and the texture felt like soft cashmere on my skin. She made me walk back to Jasper with the dress on. "Nice!" Jasper beamed, looking excited. Which meant he liked it. I went back with Mabel again and wore the next dress.

"No, he didn't. And I fully intend to take complete advantage of that. You're raising three kids on your own, right?" "Yeah." "Then you deserve a treat." "How much is the clothing allowance normally?" I asked eyeing Mabel's well put together skirt, blouse and blazer. "We don't normally have one," Mabel shrugged. "I guess Mr Elliot likes you." She leaned into me nudging her elbow into my ribs and giggling like a teenage girl. "Yeah, right," I snorted.

she couldn’t stop herself from loudly remarking. “I know right, I told you we’re the best in the game,” the head of the team said, with excitement as he admired his work on Mabel. “Only the best for such a beautiful lady.” She did indeed look beautiful, Mabel thought to herself as she admired how she looked. She was dressed in a lavender spaghetti ruffled dress and it looked amazing on her. Her hair was curled and then put in a messy bun with two strands at each side. When the head had told her the price of the jewelry she was wearing, her mouth dropped over how much, Christian spent. Even though he was a billionaire, it still meant a lot to her as no one had ever spent that much on her.