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.”

Standing next to her, Mabel blushed, especially when she saw Lindsay's clothes. She was wearing a light gauze that was half-transparent. But this kind of hazy temptation was the most attractive. Even Mabel, who was also a woman, felt her heart beating fast at the sight of her. It could be seen how tempting it would be to a man.

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.

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.

“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?"

she directed, satisfied. “Ma’am, this way,” the security guard said to Mabel, cameras flashing in her direction. “Hold on,” Mabel finally said, her voice calm yet commanding. The room fell silent. “Ma’am,” Mabel addressed Josephine, “I’m sorry about the dress code, but I’m not an influencer—or fake, as you’ve insinuated.” She opened her purse and pulled out a gold invitation card, identical to the ones the guests had received. Everyone stared at her shocked.

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.