Mabel Pines Sweater Novels & Stories

"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.

Mabel touched my arm gently. “Ava,” she said softly, “you need to calm down a little.” I sighed tiredly and leaned against the wall. “I’m trying.” “You’ve been sitting beside her since yesterday,” Mabel continued. “You have not even changed your clothes properly.” I looked down at myself. My shirt was wrinkled, and my hair looked messy. I probably looked terrible. “I don’t care about that right now,” I muttered. “I know,” Mabel said. “But you still need to take care of yourself too. Lina is stable now. We can go home quickly, shower, change clothes, and come back.”

She then took a bus to the place where she would be meeting with Mabel. When she saw Mabel from a distance, she hurriedly walked up to her and held her hands. "It's been a while, Mabel!" "Yeah, you sort of disappeared after you graduated! What have you been up to?" Mabel took a good look at Melody while she held her hands. "Wait a minute. Something's not right…" "What's wrong? Is there something on me?" asked Melody uneasily as she checked her dress. Mabel stared at her suspiciously. "You're wearing a designer dress! This should cost at least a few thousand dollars! Did you win a jackpot or something?"

I replied, yelling also. "You leave me no choice then!!" He said as he tried to bring out his phone. "What's all these noise about , can't someone get any peace and quiet here? " I heard Mabel ask and we both turned immediately to see her standing at the entrance. She was putting on a short simple V-neck gown that stopped just right on her thighs on a white slippers. Her hair was packed up in a tight ponytail and boy ! Can I ever get over seeing her this way?!

Mabel responded respectfully. Mabel, a young maid with a perpetually cheerful demeanour, was kneeling by an open suitcase, carefully layering Bluey’s silk robes into the suitcase. Bluey stood by her, her phone clutched in her hand, her mind was miles away trapped in the amber of Khaid’s intense gaze from their last encounter and his new found fond way of calling her by her real name, Satera. "Are you sure you want to take the velvet gown, Miss Bluey?" Mabel asked, looking up with a bright, dimpled smile. "The Boss mentioned the Central Wing is much warmer. You might find it too heavy."

“I’m just supporting local businesses.” I roll my eyes, but warmth blooms across my cheeks anyway. Because the way he’s looking at me right now feels dangerously close to reverence. And suddenly, despite all my fears about the future, I want this moment selfishly and desperately. Just him looking at me like that. Mabel stands abruptly. “Well, I think we’ve officially found the dress.” Before I can protest, she takes the garment bag from the employee and hands it to me decisively. “Take it. I’m buying,” she says.

" Mabel looked out the window. At Saint Laurent Manor, the roses were in full bloom: lush and vivid, the color of fresh blood. "Next Wednesday. The border waters. The cruise ship Elysium. The Don will personally negotiate that one-billion deal." After hanging up, she snapped the card in half and flushed it down the toilet. Facing the mirror, she practiced a long-forgotten gentle smile. … In the days that followed, everyone noticed that Mabel had changed. She traded sharp tailoring for soft cashmere dresses. The hands that once held weapons now practiced cooking. She even took the initiative to prepare nourishing broths for Cheryl in the kitchen.

Even though I didn’t get any presents on my birthday after that, Richfield always made sure to give me a fifty percent increment of my allowance for the month, and he always gave it to me on my birthday. I never really use the money, but I appreciate the gesture. I uncover the box to sate my curiosity, and am surprised to find a baby blue cashmere sweater in the box, but it’s not just any cashmere sweater, it’s one that I’ve heard Penelope talking about for sometime, it’s the same Italic Emma Cashmere Relaxed Turtleneck Sweater that Penelope has been going crazy about because it’s limited edition or something and will go out of stock soon. King bought the sweater that Penelope wanted for me.