Mabel Wendy Novels & Stories

She smiled as she ran her hands over the fabric, glowing with happiness. Before I could respond, she turned to Leonard. "Lenny, thank you! You've got amazing taste. I love this gift!" My chest tightened, and I forced out, "Well, anything Leonard picks out is bound to be gorgeous." Leonard's face went stormy. "What's with the attitude, Mabel? Selene could've died under those boulders. Her dying wish was to marry me. The fact that she's even alive is a miracle. Is it really that hard for you to be a little understanding?"

He brought out a note and handed it to me, “She added a note,” I hesitated for a moment before stretching my palm to receive it. I unfolded the paper and stared at it, something felt off. Mabel doesn't strike me as the kind of person to write something like this. It stated that she appreciated my thoughtfulness and had decided to send a gift of her own as a gesture of gratitude. There's even a ‘Yours Obedient Wife, Mabel,” at the end. Mabel is everything but obedient. She's all the red flags you can think of in a partner. I could feel the mockery even as I read the letter. I could picture her sarcastic expression.

MARK'S POV: We have just finished our bath. Jennie is getting ready to head to the office, but I have other concerns on my mind. I am worried about my daughter Mabel, who has gone missing. Therefore, I have decided not to join Jennie in the office, as I want to make sure that everything possible is being done to find my daughter. It is my top priority to ensure that Mabel is located and safely returned home.

At that moment, I was just glad I'd come to my senses early before I got dragged further into their mess. I didn't spare them another glance. Instead, I got into the car with Dad and drove off. … From that day on, Mabel disappeared from my life. At first, I was worried she might come looking for me again after she dealt with Carter and the child. It wasn't until a year later that I heard from a friend that she had been paralyzed. After returning from New Bastia, Mabel forced herself to go through with an abortion. Resentment consumed Carter, and he drove his car straight into her, leaving her crippled.

“ ... FLASHBACK. As her usual morning routine was, Bellamy took her canvas outside and began painting. She wanted to express on her feelings of the early morning sun on paper but she found herself drawing something else. It was a huge unicorn with a magical whirlpool in front of it. “ It's ugly." Eight years old Bellamy cried. “ What's wrong, darling?" Queen Minerva asked. “ My painting. It's ugly. " She cried harder. Queen Minerva looked at the painting and shook her head. “ It's not ugly dear. It's beautiful in its own way. Not every thing in this world has to be as perfect as you are. " “ I'm not perfect. " Bellamy frowned. “ I'm sorry but you are perfect in my years. My little baby girl

The challenges ahead would be significant, but Mable could not afford to let her guard down. A week quickly went by. Mable planned to fly to Richworth on a Wednesday. However, due to unfinished work, she had to delay the trip by another two days. She went back after work and told her grandfather she would be going to Richworth the next day. Ralph said, “You should fly on the weekend. It’s your birthday tomorrow. I’ll celebrate it with you.” Mable was dumbfounded. It then occurred to her that her birthday was tomorrow. She lost her memory two years ago and could not remember her date of birth. She had not since had a birthday celebration.

“Do we really need to discuss this like it’s a peace treaty negotiation? Pick a date and stick to it.” I caught Lydia’s eye, and we shared a quiet laugh. This was exactly what I’d expected, a blend of opinions, advice, and just a hint of chaos. “Daddy, can I wear a crown?” Mabel’s sweet voice piped up, cutting through the din. She looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes, her hands clasped in front of her like she was already imagining herself as a princess. “Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, leaning forward to ruffle her hair. “You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN You can’t undo stupid… MABLE Mable had been out back all morning. The place was finally set up. This was going to be a big day for the Triple K. She wrinkled a brow and looked around. Where is Kanda though? I haven’t seen that girl for a whole day. She rolled her eyes. Well, if anything, she is finally acting like a woman at least. All that cowgirl stuff since she was 3 years old, trying to keep up with her daddy. Now, she was hardly ever doing ranch work. Who could blame her though? That Wade is something else. Pride swelled in her chest. Looks like all three of her kids were finally going to settle down. She raised a brow as she watched one of the Noble twins. It had to be

“You will never leave this house hungry, Aristide Moretti. I will never be the kind of wife who lets her husband march into war with nothing in his stomach. Eat first. Then move.” The silence stretched before Aristide finally exhaled, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re impossible.” “And I’m right.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Sit. I’ll get Mabel.” Before I could step away, the door opened again, and Mabel bustled in as though summoned by fate itself. Her apron was dusted with flour, and her hair had escaped its bun. “Don’t tell me you’ve all been plotting on empty stomachs,” she said, hands on her hips. “That’s no way to win a war.”

Some foods she’d never eaten before, and it was a time for taste testing. Hannah and Joyce spent some time with her. Laughing and catching her up on some gossip. Miss. Mabel was up to her old tricks. She’d started her own campaign to have the pack on mass accept Jessie as their Luna. Miss. Mabel was a sweet woman, but a force of nature wouldn’t stand a chance against her. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about her. I applaud her loyalty, but she might alienate herself from the other elders.”