Mabel Quotes Novels & Stories

Dorian suggested. “Don't you people get it? Living bores me so if he's back to complete what he failed to do, then he's more than welcome to do so,” Mabel stated and she passed by Dorian to leave. “This is bad,” Dorian remarked after Mabel had left the mansion. ****

His cousin, Mabel, snatched the phone right out of his hands. It was pretty obvious to everyone in the hospital room who could have him so distracted. Quincy frowned. “Mabel, knock it off. Give me back my phone.” “No way,” she replied, hiding the phone behind her back. “You just want to reach out to that two-timer, don’t you? My awesome big cousin, and she’s got you looking like this? Why can’t you see the light already?” Glaring at Quincy, Mabel’s frustration was written all over her face. “You know what you look like right now, don’t you? A total simp. Everyone online would be laughing at you, and they’d probably even start calling you a doormat.”

“I can’t believe he had the audacity to send this. Does he think I’m going to respond? That I’m going to—what? Leave my mates for him? He’s fucking delusional.” “Delusional, yes,” Mabel agreed, giving me a small smile. “But you’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll handle it. Together.” Her reassurance helped ease the tension in my chest, and I gave her a weak smile in return. “Thanks, Mabel.” Mabel shrugged, sitting back. “Honestly, I kind of wish someone would send me a sweet note like that.” I stared at her, shocked. “What?”

We were watching a movie and eating popcorn, the front door opened and Mabel walked in angrily,she slammed the door hard. “Hey,be careful with the door” “Leave me the hell alone” She said amd walked away “What’s her problem?” “I don’t know,maybe the guy she intended to sleep with didn’t give her the time of day” Ashley said making me laugh. 👿Mabel’s P.o.v👿 “Urrgh,i can’t believe this,he just turned me down,no one turns me down” i said to myself angrily. No guy has ever turned me down,they all melt when they see my body.

Avery laughs. "I forgot you went there. Is Lancaster as dreamy as everyone says?" Mabel chuckles, rolling her eyes. "He's cute, I guess," she shrugs, closing her eyes and letting Mabel work her magic.

"What are you talking about?" Mabel gave her a sly grin. "Oh, don't worry, Amanda. I'm not interested in causing trouble but if you ever change your mind about our friendship, you know where to find me. I am extending that hand now before I begin to destroy everything you think you have achieved right in your eyes." With that, Mabel walked past Amanda and headed for the exit. At the door, "I think you should work on making your stomach protrude. You will get caught easily this way"

Mabel scrunched his brows as a line appeared on her forehead when her eyes were filled with a rush of rage. “Don't be afraid to share your thoughts with me. Only I can help you,” Mr. Mabel said and pushed the teacup to her and he wanted Julia to talk to him about whatever she wanted to do so that together they could come up with something big. He believed together they could put the mother and daughter back on the road where their lives had begun.

"You should take the money and leave now, because there won't be any left for you tomorrow." As such, Mabel left with the money. She thought she could marry into a decent life, but she ended up having her money swindled. She ended up doing hard labor, begging Joseph more than once to help her, but he remained unmoved. He allowed rumors to destroy Mabel—just like he once did to me. Perhaps Joseph had finally thought things through, but he stopped pestering me. He stopped showing up at places I would be. Though I heard he would sometimes sneak glances toward my house.

Soon the girls were ready,pretty dressed up and ready to hit town. “ Aren't you tired of this, sucking up because of a man? yes you lost it all but still get your Ass together, you got a life to live!. Thank Goodness you still have your curves and beauty intact if not you would have been mistaken for a mental patient by now!” Mabel snapped.

I mumbled, barely able to speak as I took the swollen envelope. Mabel gave me one last genuine smile, before standing up. Her eyes were dry now, the sadness replaced with the same practiced mask of composure she always wore. She turned to leave, her heels clicking softly against the gravel. But then, she stopped, casting one final glance at me as her car pulled up. “I hope one day you and my son can become friends.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with something like a promise. And just like that, she was gone.