Reverse Falls Mabel Novels & Stories

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.

Her palm hit the armrest of the couch, but her grip didn’t hold—everything was slipping, her balance, her breath, her sanity— Her heart hammered erratically, a frantic pounding that hurt.The room dimmed. Blackness crept up the edges of her vision like ink seeping through paper. “I—can’t—breathe—” Lily choked out, but the sound was barely audible. Her body swayed once.Twice. Then collapsed. Lily hit the wooden floor with a dull, heavy thud, her hair fanning over her cheek, her breath shuddering into silence. The cabin fell still.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.

"Alright, you got me , My notifications to their family channels is still activated" "What?! I thought you unfollowed them?!" "I did , but I left the notification on!" She said. "And why would you do that?!" "I can't just be in the dark Michelle! I need something to feed my eyes on" "It's been fourteen years Mabel ! If you don't want to go back there then you have to move on!" "Maybe I don't!" Mabel said as she stood up and walked forward slowly. "Wait, wait what are you talking about?!" Michelle asked standing up also.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Mabel's voice cut through my hysteria. I only just had time to turn my head around to watch her launching at Liam, face contorted with rage. But before she even made it that far, Liam's other hand flashed out. With nightmare speed, he grabbed her by the arm and whirled her away from him like a rag doll. Mabel crashed hard onto the floor, her cry of pain lost in the din of combat.

“Noelle, you wretched woman! How dare you ruin my reputation in the group chat? I’ll tear you to pieces!” I sidestepped. She lunged at nothing and fell onto the ground covered in chicken droppings. Mabel was fighting with Mason when she saw this. She then turned her anger on me. Mabel sat on the ground and threw a tantrum. “I’m done! You’re literally trying to kill me!” I looked at Mabel and Marlene as I said, “Cut the act! No one’s watching except for those chickens.” I then turned to Camden and pulled a document out of my bag.

The room erupted in shock as soon as the words were out of Reuben's mouth. Then, there was a loud crash—Mom had collapsed on the floor. The wail of an ambulance siren wound around the high-rise buildings. Reuben got in with the medical personnel while the Gray family members sent off the guests and reporters. Marcus stood alone, his eyes bloodshot and wide with shock. Beside him, Janae seemed frightened by his reaction. She shook his arm and asked, "Mr. Gray, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”