Mabel X Pacifica Novels & Stories

The room fell silent, stunned by the turn of events. "Goodbye, gentlemen," she said with a seductive smirk as she walked away. "Wait, hold on!" Lucas called after her. "At least tell me your name." She paused, turning her head slightly. "Mabel West," she replied with a playful smile. "Just call me Mabel." Lucas felt a strange pull toward her. "Mabel, I thought you didn’t have the—" "Money?" she interrupted, her voice firm. "I don’t like assumptions, Mr..."

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll handle it” What? We have Caroline, the Crimson pack kid, Christian, and Kayla currently residing in the alpha’s residence. How on earth are they all supposed to fend for themselves, but those two have been staring at each other for some seconds without talking now, wait…are they conversing with mind link, that only infuriated me the more. Mabel suddenly nodded and left, sliding the front door as she slip out. “You…wanna tell me what the problem is?” He asked as he stood from his seat. Walked around the glass dining table.

Adonis Mabel was the kind of girl you couldn't resist, I knew this the first time I set my eyes on her. She carried herself so confidently when she walked into a room, it was like the light was following her around. Her blonde hair reflecting bounced off the natural light, the heat of the sun made her rosy cheeks even more rosier. "My name is Mabel Jacobse, I am the daughter of Alpha Roderick Jacobse from the Brutal Shadows." It was the first thing she said to me.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

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.

She was still feeling weird from getting close to Christian and she wanted to leave from there as she was feeling suffocated. As soon as she left, a smile appeared on Christian's lips as he picked up on something Mabel had said. She said the Uber driver had been ‘sent’ to pick her up. Didn't one order an Uber most of the times and wasn't a driver always sent to pick someone up? Sure he knew that what Mabel was trying to imply could happen but the circumstances convinced him otherwise. Getting back to his seat, he picked up his receiver. “I want the file of Mabel Pearson,” he said and dropped it.

Mabel did as well since she was the doctor in Sandro's pack. "It's good to see you again, Miss," Mrs. Mabel said, flashing her a wide smile. "Please call me Arabella. How have you been?" Arabella asked. "Great, Arabella. I am happy to work with the alpha again," she said, then turned to Sandro, who was watching the exchange. "I'll get what I came to do over with," Mrs. Mabel set the box with her on the nightstand. "And what exactly is that?" Arabella questioned, her eyes traveling from the sheepish smile on Mrs. Mabel's face to Sandro, whose expression held no amusement.

She didn’t even look back as Beau jogged down the dock glaring wide-eyed at me. “Sug!” He hollered. “I need a moment,” I let him know and his body relaxed realizing he had no control over this and I’d be back once I sorted out my mind. I was going to find my peace with all of this one way or another. “What's gotten into you?” Mabel asked, scooting the skiff wide and out into open water.

Gerald continued, "Mabel asked someone to look for my contact. She reached out and said that she wants to meet you. She has a magical tool that she wants you to appraise. "Apart from that, she seems to want to discuss business collaborations with you too. "What do you think? Should we meet her?"