Mabel Quotes Novels & Stories

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!"

Miles asked, looking up at me with those big, trusting eyes. I struggled for the right words, gently brushing back a strand of his hair. “Well, sometimes people say things that aren’t true, because they don’t understand the whole story. And sometimes, people just…well, they make mistakes, and they don’t think about how their words can hurt others.” “Are they talking about Nathan?” Mabel asked, her voice barely a whisper, but it felt like a thunderclap. I swallowed hard, taken aback by what she said.

I glanced at Edmond to see that he was watching us keenly. ‘Good luck with this one Mabel. If this douchebag should treat you anyhow, don't hesitate to tell me. I know exactly how to deal with idiots like him,’ I said, and Mabel nodded, smiling. ‘Thank you so much sir,’ she said smiling happily. Love can do anything!

It was a scary moment, but I was grateful that the doctor was able to help her. As Mabel slowly regained consciousness, she began to point at a figure standing beside her bed. Her finger trembled as she tried to focus on the man's face. "Dad," she croaked, her voice weak and hoarse. Her eyes struggled to stay open, but she persisted in pointing at the figure, hoping that he would understand the urgency of her message. It was clear that she had something important to say, and she was willing to fight through her pain and confusion to make herself heard.

“Why do you think we've been ordered to say nothing about it? Do you think something like this could be fabricated?” She threw her hands in the air and said, “You must have fallen for him then. If you're trying so hard to convince yourself.” “I haven't fallen for anyone. Stay within your limits,” Isabelle yelled out. Noticing that she was getting angry,Mabel decided to tone down her language a bit. There wouldn't be any success if she ended up getting her angry.

Mabel was a soft-looking young girl, seemingly to be around sixteen years of age, younger than I am. But, I didn't doubt her capabilities. Axel had testified after all. Moreover, she's likable. Mabel seemed surprised that I'd replied to her, and took a while to come back to her senses, she opened her mouth like a fish, and I giggled. “You look so silly.” I pointed out amidst laughs, and she smiled sheepishly before lowering her head. “You spaced out, so I was slightly worried.” She didn't stutter this time, and I was surprised at how pleasant

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.

"Honest. A willingness to learn. Willing to stand there shaking ans still be able to say 'I'm here'." "I'm terrified..." I said, my voice wavering. "Good," Mable said, like it was praise. "That means you're paying attention. Fear keeps fools alive long enough to become wise." A small, cracked laugh escaped me. "There we go," she said satisfied, "There still life in you." She stood and patted my knee once. Quick. Grounding. "Now. I'm going to take a look at his ribs befor he tries to crawl off that bed and pretend he's fine."

"For what? For glory?" Mabel's smug smile disappeared as she appeared disappointed. "This is war, Abby. People will always be casualties of war."