Mabel Wendy Novels & Stories

His company’s name Sean Devlin Enterprises was associated with ruthlessness and power that most rich businessmen wanted to be in partnership with him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mabel just won the City Muse and she was ecstatic. She also met one of the American businessmen in the city as he was a judge in the pageant. She did not know he was the guy who chatted with her on her social media account until he told her so after the coronation. He was a handsome man, tall, with the usual blue-eyed blond moniker. Mabel did not know if he was married because he flirted with the contestants openly and nobody seemed to mind. For some reason though, he see

Oh, the foolish things sentiments made us do. "There's somewhere I have to be, I just uh...came here to be sure of what I saw on the internet," she dabbed the corner of her eyes with the hem of her royal blue, deep V-cut dress. "I'd be back soon to catch up on all the details and I'd most assuredly invite you to dinner sometime soon. It's just so hard to believe Jackson now has someone- " her voice broke as she spoke. Mrs. Jones cleared her throat and gave Maria one last adoring gaze, something about the way she looked made Maria feel warm.

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

Mabel stared at the knitted brown table mat which was used to cover the small kitchen table where she sat. She closed her eyes and prayed that her niece would forgive her. She had already been hurt too much. She wasn't supposed to be abandoned again for the second time. She could remember when she had just begun to talk properly. She was such a cute little girl. "Mummy, I want ice-cream!" Little Serena had demanded as she held her stuffed pony to her chest. Mabel couldn't resist taking in such a beautiful darling. Her mother would regret that decision one day. She just knew, but she didn't know when. It would likely never happen.

In a way, Rachel felt sorry for dragging him into her mess but then again he was Nate Madden, the media loved him, he was Gem Hills' lover boy and this issue will blow over in a few days. “I think you guys look cute together,” Mabel commented. “I’m sure we do,” Rachel, her tone was salty. Mabel gazed at her sister for a long time with a thoughtful expression on her face. She had given all for her sister to be the woman she was today. She loved her baby sister even more than she loved herself, it was why she had thrown everything away for Rachel’s sake. She plopped down on the bed beside her and looked out the window.

When six o'clock came around, I untied my apron and gathered my things. "You heading home?" Mabel asked as she counted the tips from the jar. "Yeah," I said. "Long day." "Well, you get some rest," she said. "And remember what I said about having some fun." "I'll try," I said, giving her a small smile. "And Cindy?" Mabel called as I headed for the door. "Yeah?" "Don't let that Charlotte girl get to you. She's just jealous because you're everything she pretends to be." I felt a warm feeling in my chest at her words. "Thanks, Mabel."

The room applauds. Tyler whistles loudly. “Love you, Mom!” Laughing, Mabel slowly gets on the stage. “I love you too, honey.” She adjusts the microphone, looking around the room. “Thank you all for coming tonight. I’ve had many birthdays,” she laughs softly. “But I think this one might be my favorite.” She looks around the room, toward her family. “I’ve spent my life surrounded by extraordinary people. My beautiful children, my supportive husband, my honorary daughter…” Her eyes find mine before she continues. “And every single one of my friends…”