Mabel X Bill Novels & Stories

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.

Mabel took a sip of warm water to moisten her throat. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine after I rest for a few more days,” she said softly. “Mabel, you’re clearly having anxiety because you worry too much,” Mandy gently replied. “Both of us are in-laws, and we’ve known each other for decades, so we’re closer than anyone else. Mabel, if anything’s on your mind, you can tell me. Keeping it to yourself will only make you sicker.”

As I whirl around, eyes wide, lips swollen, I see Mabel stepping out of the water, covering her mouth with her hands. “Oh Mabel, hi,” I stutter, looking back at Chase, who hardly seems bothered at all. Pushing my hair back, I hope I don’t look too flustered. I’m sure I do though, and from Mabel’s end, all she sees is the Alpha and his assistant making out. “Sorry to interrupt,” she says slowly, twisting water out of her hair. “I was just curious about what was going on around this area, but I think I get it now.”

Gladys gestures towards the stranger sitting beside Mabel. Mabel’s smile falters for the first time. She doesn't look comfortable. “He’s… a friend,” she says, but her voice lacks the usual confidence. I raise an eyebrow, sensing there’s more to this stranger than Mabel’s letting on. “A friend?” I repeat. “Funny, because I don’t remember hearing anything about him until now. What’s his role in all of this, Mabel?” She shifts in her seat, her fingers tightening around her glass. “He’s here to support me,” she replies. “That’s all you need to know.”

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”

Cheryl stepped closer, lowering her voice. "So what if I was pretending? As long as Anthony believes it, that's enough. "Mabel, you're old. Your time is over. Zachary is dead. Those still alive have to move forward." She smiled maliciously. "Tell me, if Zachary knew his brother and his fiancée ended up together, would he crawl out of hell in rage?" Smack. Mabel slapped her hard across the face. "You're not worthy of saying his name." Cheryl's head snapped to the side. She covered her cheek, but instead of anger, a strange smile spread across her face.

Just the thought of having a connection to someone so powerful had been enough to send him into fits of excitement. He never expected Noelle and Hendrix to be divorced! "That's right. They've been divorced for a while now. So scram before I call security!" Mabel couldn't hide her disgust. She didn't even want to look at William again. Rolling her eyes, she turned and walked away. When Mabel returned inside, she found Hendrix coming down the stairs. He was adjusting the cuffs of his shirt as he asked, "Who was outside?" "Just someone at the wrong door," Mabel replied quickly.

“You okay, cuz? You look like you have just been from a battle instead of a fashion show.” “I am okay although I do feel like I battled a beast. Is the food any good?” “Yep, yum, yum.yummy in my tum,tum, tummy. By the way, have you seen Devlin?” “The devil or I meant Devlin? Maybe he went to his hell hole for all I care.” Mabel stood and went to get some food. The trio at the table chuckled. “What’s up with Mabel? She looked distracted. “ “She is always distracted ever since your father’s partner was around. Do you think he is hitting on her?”

I told her but she shook her head, not wanting to listen to anything I was saying. "The devil and angel illustration you just gave is nothing sensible. You aren't the devil, you are Stefan and I know your job, I know what you love doing. Look, I really don't want our relationship to cross from the friendship thing we are keeping, so please, just forget about the confusion you are trying to create between us and let's more on with our lives." Mabel turned back and walked to the bed, she laid down and pulled the duvet allover her body, she even hid her face under the duvet, but I wasn't ready to give up.

Corbin had even patted my head and teased me, saying, “You only scored five hundred and twenty on your PSAT Math, but you sure know how to do the math on this.” Corbin replied after a few seconds. [But you always eat the most out of all of us.] As if sensing he had said something wrong, he quickly added, [You need to be more aware of these things.] [She’s got a lot of pride. You should at least try to be mindful of that.] However, Mabel was the one who brought up splitting the bill first. I stared at the screen for a long time. Every time we got together, they would dive into everything from quantum physics to ancient history, and from deep philosophy to their grand life plans.