Mabel X Dipper Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mabel was a soft-looking young girl, seemingly to be around sixteen years of age, younger than I am. But, I didn't doubt her capabilities. Axel had testified after all. Moreover, she's likable. Mabel seemed surprised that I'd replied to her, and took a while to come back to her senses, she opened her mouth like a fish, and I giggled. “You look so silly.” I pointed out amidst laughs, and she smiled sheepishly before lowering her head. “You spaced out, so I was slightly worried.” She didn't stutter this time, and I was surprised at how pleasant

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.”

"I know you are happy about my predicament, Anna. But I promise you, this isn't over." "Goodbye Miss Mabel," Anna smirked at her and turned around to walk back into the house, shutting the door in her face. Mabel stood in the hot morning, wiping the freckles of sweat that came down her face. In a short while, her Uber arrived and she got her things into the vehicle. She sat in the vehicle, sobbing. Pain engulfed her as she wondered what she must have done wrong or who was behind the sudden twist in events. ********************************************

Fiore sits in a high chair, babbling happily and grabbing at her food with chubby fists. Katana breaks the gentle hum of conversation with news that catches us all off guard. “Mark will be leaving soon to study abroad,” she announces, her tone a mix of pride and sadness. Annizah’s face falls. “Oh, Mark, we’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you too, Annizah,” he replies, smiling warmly at her. “But it’s an opportunity I can’t pass up.” Katana reaches over and pats Annizah’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here and help with Fiore.”

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…

“Damn it.” I sink onto my stool and bury my face in my hands. How am I supposed to look Tyler in the eyes every day knowing something that will destroy him? How am I supposed to laugh with the twins? How am I supposed to celebrate birthdays, prom, or graduation knowing Mabel might not be here for the next one? My phone buzzes, and I wipe my eyes quickly. Tyler has sent me a picture of Mabel sitting upright in her hospital bed. She’s wearing one of those pale blue gowns, her hair is tucked behind her ears, and she looks tired. Thinner than she did even yesterday.

I’m Mellow Fanning Lupin, the second daughter of Country Zee’s president. But fairy tales are mere delusions. They’re colorful... even blinding. Until the sheaths come off and worms writhe in the distaste of a painful reality. Zeath Lupin and I have been married for two years. We are the perfect model couple. Always trending for the right reasons. I thought we were in love. But maybe not. The pretense only had a quick run under a storm we couldn’t catch its prints—I couldn’t catch its prints. Now that I’m caught up with it, I’m stepping into its deep footprints. Squelchy ones that trap my legs in the mud like a sinkhole.

My eyes landed on Mabel and I noticed she was at the top of the stairs with her phone in her ear. “…Didn’t you say where you were?” She spoke in a low tone. “One of the gang leaders is here, and he looks ring of angry.” My stomach twisted. Aiden’s response was muffled, but I heard the distinct tone of frustration in his voice. Mabel sighed. “Get here fast, Aiden. I don’t want to be alone entertaining him.” Silence followed. Then, I heard a soft, “Thank you,” before her footsteps moved away.

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.

Tom pleaded. How could I when I hadn't grasped what was happening? Then I noticed the choreographed beating, the camera blinking toward the ceiling. This was never about a fight, but a set-up. My hands clenched into fists. “Please, Alec. Is it Mabel you want? Just take her. Spare my life.” I caught the smirk on his face. The desire to brush him with hard punches coursed through me. *. *. *. *. *. * —Mabel— Blackmoor shipyard loomed ahead.