Mabel Shrek Novels & Stories

She leaned in just enough so the weight of her words would break me entirely. “She's your daughter. The one whose heart you gave to Gena's daughter while she only had a month left. The daughter I was carrying the night you threw me out for your Gena. But don't worry... she's got an Alpha now. She doesn't need a father.” Before I could even process the words, before the ringing in my ears could stop, Mabel turned on her heel. “We're leaving,” she commanded. With that, her elite guards formed a wall around her and Kyra, weapons raised to deter anyone who dared to follow.

Mabel shook her head and walked towards Grey and Martha. "Good morning Sir, good morning ma" she greeted, Grey sneaked his hand around her waist and drew her closer to him which made the other girls in the room jealous. "You left again without without my permission Mabel" he whispered and licked her earlobe. She jumped away from him, from the other side Emma slapped her forehead in annoyance. "Why is she so dumb?" She asked Mira who ignored her and walked away. ~

Thankfully, no one mentioned that she had called me fat, which I was grateful to not have to relive. ‘Eat, Malyshka’ Sasha encouraged as I pushed the food around on my plate. ‘I’m not hungry’ I answered truthfully. ‘Malyshka,’ he started disapprovingly, ‘Is this about that Suka?’ I shook my head. ‘I think you are the sexiest woman alive, Avery. Please don’t let her words hurt you’ he whispered so that only I heard him. ‘That’s really nice of you Sasha, but I’m really not hungry’

Her face hardened, and she whispered, casting a protection charm over the locked room where Granny and Ariana lay. Entering the hall, Mabel confronted the three rogues who had snuck inside. She was not a fighter, but her magic was strong, ancient, and potent. She threw her hands up, and a soft glow sputtered into view at her fingertips. "You don't belong in this place," she said, her voice cold as ice with an edged steel beneath. "None of you is leaving!” The rogues shared glances, chuckling darkly. "And who's going to stop us? You?”

She introduced and stretched out her arm for a handshake. Faye stared at her, studying her grin and the look in her eyes. She didn't seem dangerous nor hostile. She reluctantly shared a handshake before withdrawing her hand. It was Mabel's turn to study Faye. She narrowed her eyes, grinning further when Faye furrowed her brows. "You're strange." She crossed her arms. "You don't smell like a Werewolf to me." Faye froze; Mabel's words hanging over her like a taunting coo-coo clock.

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.

Peter asks, his voice a little steadier now. “Of course,” Mabel purrs, all eyes on her as she raises her glass again, clearly enjoying the spotlight. “As I was saying, the company’s future is bright. I have big plans, and I think we all agree that a little shake-up is necessary to take us to the next level.” Antonio will have something soon, and when he does, I’ll be ready. Mabel’s empire is built on secrets, and the moment I expose them, her whole world will come crashing down.

She turned to Mabel and added, "Don't pay attention to anything they say. Just keep an eye on them. Let them laugh to their heart's content. Anyone who doesn't laugh enough—take them away. Don't bother reporting to me." With that, Carissa turned and walked away. Mabel's expression was stone-cold, and the small scar that ran across her forehead gave her a terrifying look when she wasn't smiling. As her gaze swept over the girls, they instinctively shrank back. Jocelyn, still defiant, opened her mouth to protest, but Mabel's cold voice stopped her in her tracks. "I'll count to three. If you're not laughing by the time I'm done, I'll have you thrown out. One... Two..."

Marvella asked. Mabel leaned back, smug. “By inviting someone to keep things… balanced.” Marvella’s hand stilled over the dough. “No.” “You don’t know who,” Mabel said. “I know the look on your face,” Marvella replied. “It’s the ‘I’m about to stir the pot and then act surprised when it boils over’ look. Who are you thinking about?” Mabel smiled like trouble. “Natasha.” Marvella set the rolling pin down hard. “Absolutely not.”