Mabel Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

the stranger said, stretching his arms wide. “This isn’t tiny,” Mabel replied, playfully hitting his arm. “Ouch! You’re so strong, like Superwoman,” he said, laughing. “No, I’m strong like Wonder Woman,” she countered, pouting. “Okay, you’re right,” he conceded. She plopped down on the couch while he sat on the floor nearby. “Hey, everything will be okay. That’s what I tell myself on bad days,” Mabel said, her eyes half-closed.

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.

Mabel appeared in the kitchen doorway with her coat on and her sharp present eyes moving across all three of us and she looked at the table and looked at the painting on the wall and looked at Jordan specifically and offered very dryly "you all look like you've been through something." "We have," Jordan confirmed. "Are you through it?" Mabel questioned carefully. Jordan looked at me. Then at Lorenzo. Then back at Mabel. "Getting there," he answered honestly. "I think getting there is the honest answer for a while." Mabel looked at him steadily. "Your mother used to say that," she offered quietly. "I know," Jordan answered. "She was right."

Mac came to stand beside her, slipping his arm around her waist, and she leaned into him, the way she always did, the way she always would. “He’s alright,” Mac said quietly. “I know,” Cloe said. “I just keep thinking about her. Mabel. How many ordinary evenings she spent in this exact kind of quiet, doing something enormous, with nobody to appreciate it.” “I think,” Mac said gently, “she would actually have found this very funny. If she could see it now.” “Why,” Cloe asked.