Mabel Shrek Novels & Stories

Dorcas was only staring at me. “So, your amazing Derek, the one you ran away from just to save him, has already moved on and had a child,” Mabel added with a smile. I wasn’t surprised. Mabel doesn’t fancy men. She even rejected her mate. She said her father betrayed Dorcas, and Dorcas survived alone without him, so she’ll also live alone. Dorcas hates it when she says that. “Phoebe… that child is the same age as Liora. She’s four months younger than Liora,” Dorcas said quietly.

~Brielle It was Mabel who spoke first. Eventually. The silence that fell after the scream left us all chilled right to the bone. Mabel shakily smiled, which was proof enough that this wasn’t her doing. She wasn’t trying to frighten us. From upstairs, someone had screamed, in need of help. Yet none of us could move. “Okay, that’s a bit strange,” Mabel says, followed by a breathy laugh. Girls around me exchange glances, skin pale, eyes widened. “Should probably go have a look shouldn’t we?”

She responded with a delightful giggle, her laughter filling the air with a sweet and uplifting melody that momentarily lifted the somber mood. “Look, look!" she exclaimed with excitement, squirming free from my embrace and darting over to the kitchen table. Amidst a collection of colorful crayons and scattered papers, I came across a heartwarming drawing. Mabel, with a proud smile on her face, pointed at the figures and exclaimed, "This is Daddy, this is Mum, and this is me," as she tapped each figure with her tiny finger.

she added sweetly, and innocently. Mabel shot her one last scornful look before snorting in disgust. "You’re such a slave," she muttered under her breath. With that, she stalked toward the bathroom, pulling off her clothes in one swift motion. Bare, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her body was well-rounded, her curves perfectly aligned, and she whispered with a smile. "You’re mine, Edward," Without another thought, Mabel stepped into the tub. But as her foot touched the water, a shrill scream tore from her throat.

she shrugged again. Mabel had to struggle to regain her composure. She needed to keep her wits about her for her sister’s sake. Rachel may look like she was holding herself up but Mabel knew if she showed any sign of weakness whatsoever Rachel would break down and slip into an abyss of depression. And this time Mabel feared she would not recover. “Do you regret?” she asked.

Blair stared down at Mable from above with a dark face. Solomon whispered to him from behind, “Was Mable stimulated by your abandonment and became silly?” “Mr. Rowland, you must be joking.” Mable stretched her arms and rested them on the shoulders of the handsome young men on both sides. She smiled more charmingly. “Isn’t it nice to have long-legged models, handsome caring guys, and clingy little puppies? Why should I give up a whole forest for an *sshole?” Solomon was shocked to the core.

"Mabel, snap out of it, don't!" "No! No!!"

"Go on, Mabel. You don't need to worry. George's here with me." She waved Mabel off and immediately started chatting excitedly with George. "Oh, George, last time one pigeon was so cheeky! It scared all the others away and ate everything on its own." "This time, if it does that again, I'll shoo it away. Pigeons need to know how to share," George coaxed her gently. As they left, Mabel's lips curved in a small smile. Then, she headed to the medical institute. Though she'd been on the job only a month, she had already performed three surgeries and made a name for herself in the field.

“I’m impressed; you’ve done a bit of research girly. But how about I give you some of mine and we’ll see who can really shock the other.” “Many year ago, when my ‘precious Sofia’ was still around, we did a spell. A lady by the name Rosalina, Sofia’s closest friend was a part of it. We three went to Sofia’s house where we were going to do our spell. What was the spell for, you may ask? Well it was to turn Me, Sofia and Rosalina into werewolves. That was the plan. To live as hybrids.” Mabel confessed. She used her manicured nails to scrape off stain from the table then turned to look at me.

Mabel let out a giggle while she rubbed on her wobbling breast like the real slut she prayed to be. "I've not emptied the whole Sac honey, you haven't started need I tell you," Addams said in a hoarse voice, piercing his eyes with hers and he stood up, roughly grabbing her by her breast, "Oh please stop!" Mabel screamed in pain as she fell on him and their sweaty body glided in harmony.