Mabel Smile Dip Novels & Stories

SOPHIA "I’m off to work, Soph… want me to get you anything?" Mabel asked, half-turning from the doorway. I blinked up from the couch where I sat curled in an old throw blanket. I didn't know why, but I smiled… awkwardly. "Uhmm… Sour candy."

“Then don’t talk yourself out of it. You’re too much like your father that way—always afraid joy will notice you and leave.” He laughed softly. “Maybe this time, I’ll notice it first.” From the hall came the sound of Mabel’s heels. “If you’re whispering about women, at least pour me a drink!” she shouted. Marcus ended the call, shaking his head. Mabel burst in without invitation, dressed in a silk robe and self-importance. “So, the rumors are true—you’re smiling again. Dangerous. Smiling men buy rings.” “Goodnight, Aunt Mabel.”

“Uhmm… I’m sorry, what did you say?” Riele studied her face. Even though Mabel tried to act normal, her eyes gave her away—lost, tired, and on the verge of tears. “I asked if you were okay,” she repeated with a warm smile. “I’ve been calling you, but you were so deep in thought, you didn’t hear me.” “Oh… uhmm… I—I’m just lost in my own world,” Mabel replied with a weak smile. “I’m good.” “That’s wonderful to hear,” Riele said softly.

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.

Okay, I wasn't expecting that! Mabel looks like a fish out of water as her mouth opens, then closes as if she has suddenly lost her annoying high pitch voice while her gaze flickers between Damien and I. That's right bitch! He's mine! “Damien, what's the meaning of this?” She stomps her feet and that's the most childish thing I've seen a woman her age ever done. “I had a tired day at work, leave me out of the drama, Mabel. My driver will take you home,” he dismisses, taking off his upper coat and is about to leave when…

Smiling, I grabbed my bag and climbed down. My heels clicked softly on the polished floor. The familiar smell of fresh roses and gourmet cuisine wafted past my nostrils as I strolled into the exquisite hall. Then I saw her tapping her fingers impatiently on the table. “Hello, Ruth.” She looked up and saw me. “Mabel!” She gasped. “You’re about to give me hypertension.” “No, you wouldn’t,” I replied and sat down. “Don’t you want to take anything?” “I don't want anything, Mabel. Please, spill it already, this surprise.”

Mabel's face lit up with an infectious smile, her happiness palpable. Ava's heart swelled at Mabel's exuberance. She had anticipated various reactions, but Mabel's sheer excitement was beyond what she had imagined. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of Ava's eyes as Mabel enveloped her in a tight, joyful embrace. " I'm so, so happy for you, Ava! This is incredible! " Mabel exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with genuine happiness. Ava couldn't help but mirror Mabel's infectious joy. The overwhelming support and genuine happiness from someone close to Alex were reassuring, soothing the last traces of worry that lingered within her.

Then my head exploded with fragments of colour and light and all I knew was darkness. As I slowly blink away the remnants of sleep, I find myself met with Mabel's warm gaze, her eyes fixed on me with a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips. Beside her, she cradles Mia, who lies peacefully asleep. The sight fills me with a sense of contentment, and I can't help but return Mabel's smile with one of my own. Mabel chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're always hovering around Mia," she remarks teasingly, a playful glint in her eyes. "I swear, you two are inseparable."

I told them about how long I would leave and the places I would go to. Mabel immediately took the Hello Kitty calendar that was placed on her bedside and started counting the day with her pudgy little finger. Miles helped her in marking the days that I would be going and I could not help the rush of tears that sprung in my eyes. “Mommy, don’t cry,” Mabel said, wiping at my cheeks, “You sad?” she asked, voice almost trembling. I immediately laughed, “Not sad. I’m just proud. Of you both,” I said, looking at both of them and then kissing their foreheads.

Mabel kept her smile. “That’s lovely,” she said. “It’s always good to support women who build each other up.” Sabrina nodded slowly. “Yes... Ma'am,” she managed to say. Her voice was so small it didn’t even sound like hers. Mabel turned back to the vendor and continued talking, laughing about the rising cost of onions. Sabrina stood still, pretending to browse the potatoes. Her palms were sweating. She didn’t know if Mabel really recognized her… Or if that was just a casual greeting.