Mabel X Dipper Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

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

“I can’t believe he had the audacity to send this. Does he think I’m going to respond? That I’m going to—what? Leave my mates for him? He’s fucking delusional.” “Delusional, yes,” Mabel agreed, giving me a small smile. “But you’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll handle it. Together.” Her reassurance helped ease the tension in my chest, and I gave her a weak smile in return. “Thanks, Mabel.” Mabel shrugged, sitting back. “Honestly, I kind of wish someone would send me a sweet note like that.” I stared at her, shocked. “What?”

Mabel The blanket lay in a puddle at our feet. The spotlight had dimmed to a soft amber glow, but it still felt like we were the only two people on earth. Adrian’s hands were still on my waist, fingers curled tight like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. I couldn’t stop shaking. He swallowed hard enough that I heard it. “Say something, Mabel.” My voice came out small. “I’m freaking out.” “Same.” A rough laugh escaped him. “I thought I was imagining the resemblance. Then you said your mom’s name is Claire and it hit me like a truck.”

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

“Demanding, aren’t we? You didn’t answer my question, why were you following me Varick?” Instead of answering, Devlin, closed the cottage door and backed Mabel on it before capturing her chin and claiming her lips. When she gasped in surprise, Devlin slipped his tongue inside her mouth tasting her sweetness. Instead of pushing him away, Mabel was intoxicated and responded to his kiss.” When Devlin started dipping his hand in her low cut bodice, Mabel was like splashed with ice cold water. She pushed him away and slowly moved towards the living room putting space between them. “I should have karate-chopped you after all. Why did you do that? After I was comfortable with you, you stalked me an

Alex continued, "You can join us once you've finished handling things in Cresvane." "Okay," Mabel replied. "I'll probably get there about four days after you do. See you in Mythara." After hanging up, she gazed at Gisselle's face. "Mom, let's never come back here again. We'll stay far away, and no one will hurt you." She kissed Gisselle's forehead gently, then left. Mabel drew up a divorce agreement and went straight to Jessie.

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.

On the second day for the conclusion and decision, Mabel tapped furiously on the table, she soliloquized, "I don't want to do this to Addams! I love him so much but there's nothing I can do! I have to keep myself alive for him to do whatever he wants to do to me. I'll save my life instead but...this does not even sound good in the first place! I hate it! Why did I go back to him again when I said I had nothing to do with him?" She stood up from the chair in front of the mirror where she sat and picked up her car key. She dialed Addams's number again but there was no response from him, "It's just for a day right? I feel so scared right now! But this rape! No, I want it! I wanted it, Addams ne

And he burned for it. She folded her arms. “Aren’t you going to comfort me?” I let out a breath, sank into the sofa, and tapped the cushion beside me. She slid in close, leaning against me. I wrapped an arm around her, steadying her with touch since words felt dangerous. “You know I never meant for Mabel to end up with some random guy,” Vivian whispered. “Your intentions don’t matter, Cupcake. Twice you pulled Mabel out. Twice Zane found her with some guy touching her. If it was anyone else, maybe we’d calm him down. But this is Mabel. She’s his mate. That makes it different.”