Mabel Quotes Novels & Stories

We all stand there, eyes fixed on Mabel. The strangest part? She’s smiling—a warm, almost genuine smile. And after the way she acted earlier, it’s unexpected. Everyone’s curious about what she’s going to say. “First of all,” Mabel begins, “I’d like to apologize for acting… well, crazy.” Crazy? More like being a bitch, but fine, let’s call it whatever helps her sleep at night. “I shouldn’t have said what I did,” she continues, looking around the room. “I know now that I let my emotions take over, and for that, I’m sorry. This was meant to be a celebration, and I ruined it with my outburst. That was wrong.”

Joan stutters trembling. "This won't be the last time we meet. If you want to know more, come find me," Mabel said with a smirk before continuing, "I'll give you one last piece of advice. Give up your shares to Nolan and stay away from Asher if you want to keep your life."

He checked his time and said, "what? Do you mean you have been standing there for over two hours? Did you get your heart broken or something? You look so depressed." "Mind your business and shut the hell up," Mabel replied angrily. She noticed that Armstrong was staring at her and pointed a finger at him as she said, "don't even think of coming close to me, otherwise, I'm going to destroy your balls." Armstrong threw his head back and laughed, "come on, Mabel. I don't think I've said this enough but I really have better taste. Although, I wonder how many balls you have destroyed so far. You aren't that smart, you know. I mean, think about it, if I were a rapist, do you think the queen would

I may no longer be a noble but that does not mean that it would be easy for me to just forget all of the teachings that have been instilled in to me ever since I was a pup. I do not think Kathy it would ever be possible to me to be able to raise my voice in such a manner. After some time of practically running over, she finally gets to me and the first words that leaves her lips makes me to shudder in both disbelief and anger. Mabel may be loud and may talk a lot but from the little time that I have gotten to know her, I can tell that she was not a liar.

“Goodnight, Aunt Mabel.” “Goodnight nothing,” she said, plopping into a chair. “Tell me, is she young?” “Not particularly.” “Beautiful?” “Absolutely.” Mabel smirked. “Then she’ll be trouble. Beautiful women past forty know what they want, and men who aren’t ready for that should invest in running shoes.” Marcus smiled. “Maybe I’m tired of running.” Mabel blinked, seeing something in his eyes that startled her into quiet. “Well,” she said finally, “at least pick one who can cook.”

She remembered. “Oh and she said don’t screw up. Embrace it” Mabel said and i scoffed. It finally hit me, why the spray paint. It was the night after we met, that we stayed up painting murals across walls. And dicks. And broken hearts. “Move on” Mabel concluded as i swam back to that night. I’d like to think that i swam, because it was so smooth, like it was just yesterday. She was still so smooth, and this letter had proven it.

The room applauds. Tyler whistles loudly. “Love you, Mom!” Laughing, Mabel slowly gets on the stage. “I love you too, honey.” She adjusts the microphone, looking around the room. “Thank you all for coming tonight. I’ve had many birthdays,” she laughs softly. “But I think this one might be my favorite.” She looks around the room, toward her family. “I’ve spent my life surrounded by extraordinary people. My beautiful children, my supportive husband, my honorary daughter…” Her eyes find mine before she continues. “And every single one of my friends…”

Mia's POV "Idiot. She doesn't even know what she just did now," I heard Mabel mumble. I had to clench my palms to prevent myself from retorting. I didn't have hearing as sensitive as that of people with wolves, so if I heard the mumble, then she surely meant me to hear it.

Mabel's phone rang persistently, and she finally answered it. Her expression changed drastically, and she immediately slammed on the brakes. I was completely caught off guard and lurched forward, immediately hitting my forehead against the dashboard. "Dusty, I have an emergency I need to tend to at the company," Mabel said anxiously to me. "Can you go back home by yourself?" I looked at the comments before me. [I'm going to puke. How many times is Mabel going to use the company as an excuse?]

Mabel carefully took Carter's injured finger and brought it to her lips, sucking the blood. He looked at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Mabel, am I really that useless? I can't even handle something this simple." "Don't say that, Carter," Mabel said gently. "Everyone has their own strengths. You're not a tailor. It's only natural you wouldn't be good at sewing." Then, she turned to me, her voice turning cold as she snapped, "This is all your fault! Why did you even have to come try on a suit? If it weren't for you, Carter wouldn't have gotten hurt. I want you to apologize to him now!"