Mabel X Bill Novels & Stories

" I watched her car quickly merge into traffic and disappear, and my tears finally fell. It began to drizzle. Perhaps even the heavens were weeping over the death of our ten-year love story. I walked back home through the rain, letting the downpour disguise the sorrowful tears on my face. Mabel didn't come home that night. She just sent me a text message saying that she had to go on a last-minute business trip for two days, but she would definitely be back by the evening before our trip, and we'd then fly off to Prancera together.

He checked his time and said, "what? Do you mean you have been standing there for over two hours? Did you get your heart broken or something? You look so depressed." "Mind your business and shut the hell up," Mabel replied angrily. She noticed that Armstrong was staring at her and pointed a finger at him as she said, "don't even think of coming close to me, otherwise, I'm going to destroy your balls." Armstrong threw his head back and laughed, "come on, Mabel. I don't think I've said this enough but I really have better taste. Although, I wonder how many balls you have destroyed so far. You aren't that smart, you know. I mean, think about it, if I were a rapist, do you think the queen would

Noelle replied, "Sorry, but I won't be coming." Without waiting for a reply, she hung up. Mabel, who had treated her like she barely existed for most of her life, was now suddenly interested in arranging her marriage. There was no way this could be anything good. Noelle had no intention of playing along. The next morning, after finishing her shift, she headed straight back to her apartment. To avoid any more unwanted calls from Mabel, she turned off her phone. Meanwhile, Stanley's parents brought lavish gifts to the Xanthos residence.

Marcel stuck his tongue outside at his sis. "If you guys are going to behave this way, what would happen when you finally say I do, huh?" Mabel said shaking her head, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Let's just say it would be more eighteen rated stuff." Marcel grinned. "I am definitely coming to take my grand kids from that house." Mrs Williams said shaking her head. "I'm getting divorced." Mabel dropped.

She refused to work with her darkness around anyone so everything seemed to bee working out keenly for the time being. I got a call 3 days later while I took a drive to Maria’s on a short break. I don’t think I ever answered a phone so fast before. “Beau?” “First off Wyatt, Boo is fine,” his voice rang clear through the cell phone. He must be in town. “She found herself a new friend. She and Mabel were thick as thieves when I got home. I’m about to tell her she can only visit when we ain’t home cuz I have some mattress Olympics to train for and she's monopolizing my partner.” I chuckled. Leave it to Mabel to weasel her way into Bri’s good graces. That woman had the best of her Mama in her. “

she says. Tyler nods immediately. “Definitely buy it.” I push it back in horror. “What? No, I can’t let you…” “Don’t be silly, dear,” Mabel waves me off. “Seeing as you have to spend such lovely day with my son, I might as well contribute something to make it tolerable,” she winks. Tyler scowls while I giggle. “Am I even your son?” Mabel simply looks him up and down before swirling around with a “Hmph,” and heading to the counter.

Alaric stood up abruptly and clenched his fists. "I'm back..." Mabel said in a slightly accented Sea City dialect. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her clothes were stained with blood as she walked in, barefoot. Alaric stood there for a long time. He momentarily forgot to come forward and ask after her. "They’re not my opponents," Mabel said with a smile as her vision darkened, and she staggered. "Call a doctor!" Alaric's breathing froze a little, and he rushed over to hold her in his arms.

Nala smiled. “Darn it, I was really hoping he would starve,” Mabel hissed under her breath and Nala laughed. “I'm getting a divorce by the way,” she then informed Mabel. “I've been wondering what was taking you so long,” Mabel rolled her eyes. “Before you do, make sure you give him one or two slaps even though that will be nothing compared to what he has done to you,” she hissed in anger. “I will.” “Good,” Mabel praised.

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.

“Marcus just called. He said the charges against you have been dropped.” “Yes, Mama.” “He said it was Mabel. She worked with the FBI and had Marlow confessing.” I glanced at Mabel with admiration. “Yes, she did, Mama.” “You see what I was telling you the other day? A woman such as Mabel are hard to find, she's priceless, a true gem. Now I can die happily knowing you have kids and a woman who loves you unconditionally.” “You're not dying, Mama.” “I never said I was dying,” she rasped. “You have to propose. We need to start planning for the wedding, her clothes, her shoes and jewelry. I want the very best for my grand-daughter-in-law.”