Reverse Falls Mabel Novels & Stories

Sera said. "Neither did I." Putting my head down, I used my thighs to get to my feet. With all my might, I shoved Mizrabel's magic away. Abruptly it stopped, causing me to fall forward and hit my face on the floor. I groaned, and scrambled to my feet in time to see Gabe had his arms around Mizrabel's, trapping them beneath his. She shook and screamed in frustration. "Let me go. Release me!" "Gabe," I cried.

In an instant, panic flashed across Mabel's face. She turned to me and said, "Carter has night blindness. A blackout is dangerous for him. I have to go." This had happened more times than I could count. No matter how hard I tried to stop her, it had always been pointless. This time, I wasn't going to put myself through that again. "Just drop me off at the next intersection," I said evenly. Mabel pulled over, and I stepped out with my suitcase. Guilt was etched across her face when she looked at me. "Aiden, it's hard to get a ride out here. Wait for me. I'll be right back."

"By the way, Tabitha, is your company hiring? My son has been jobhunting for a while now…" "You're a vice president now! Your salary must be close to half a million a year, right?" My parents were thrilled about my return and promotion, so they invited the family out to celebrate. I had barely sat down before the relatives surrounded me with questions. "Kaylee, say hello to Aunt Tabitha!" A little girl in a pink princess dress was led over to me. I looked up, surprised. It was hard to believe that the plump, exhausted-looking woman standing beside her was the same Monica who had once been called the campus belle.

“Nora, I don’t fall easily. But when I do… I fall deep.” Her chest tightened. She believed him. She wanted to. But life had a cruel sense of timing. The message came three days later. A name Nora hadn’t seen in years flashed on her screen. DANIEL. Her ex. Her stomach dropped. She stared at the phone, fingers numb. Hey, Nora. I’m back in the city. Can we talk? Memories she had buried clawed their way back—arguments, apologies, and broken promises. A version of herself she no longer recognized.

Again. Missed. Again. My hands trembled. My shoulders ached. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Andrew didn’t say anything, but I could feel his eyes on me. Not judging. Just… there. And then the thought came—loud, stupid, and dangerous. What if it’s the chair? I’m partially paralyzed, so… I should be able to stand, right? I glanced around. The ground was dry. My palms were sweaty. I braced myself, locked the wheels, and pushed up.

Not immediately. She stared at the screen until her eyes burned. Still nothing. Then, after almost five minutes, the next message came in. You don’t know me. But I know Edward. And I know the child he lost. Abby’s heart dropped. She stood up and started pacing. Rain still thrashed outside. Her hands were cold, but her chest was hot. Like panic was curling itself into a tight ball behind her ribs. She typed again. Are you saying you know where she is?

Dredging up these painful memories is sucking up my energy making me remember why I hate Liam Hale. Kim was the only one who hadn’t commented, seemingly too shocked to say anything. “It is and it wasn’t the banana peel that made me fall. Cass don’t you remember in order to get to our previous table you had to pass the Elite’s table. And who always sat at the edge?” I asked her tiredly. “Liam”

The first fracture in the fragile bond they had built. Snow melted on her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or tears. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, voice cracking, “Let me explain.” But she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Marek opened the car door. “Elara you can come inside.” She looked between the two men One who frightened her and One who broke her. Both who wanted her. And she whispered four words that sliced Lucian open: “I don’t know you.”

“ It's what we are supposed to do,” Beep…..beep ….Mabel's phone rang, she brought it out from her pocket, ended it and placed it back. “ The doctor said there won't be any after effects, you don't need to ….. Beep….. her phone rang again, this time she pulled it out again check the contact and ended it again. “ Your Ex?” Angela asked curiously. “ No, an unsaved contact” “ Why don't you answer it!” “ I’m not fond of answering Unsaved contacts” she replied and they all nodded

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.