Baddie Barbie Novels & Stories

“Engaged? Yes. Met him? Nope. I saw her dancing around the kitchen by chance before I left the house. That was after I found a huge diamond ring on her vanity when I went looking for her hairdryer.” That’s how I know she’s already engaged to him and it’s final. My feelings won’t even change a thing. “Back up, a diamond ring?” Cassidy asks and I roll my eyes at her. “Is that the only thing you got from what I just said?” “A freaking diamond ring, Addie. That means he’s loaded. Isn’t that a change from the usual?” Now that she mentions it, it really is a change from the usual jobless, hungry, and useless pricks my mother used to date. It’s like she’s a magnet for these sorts of men.

Phoebe jabbed a finger at me and shrieked, her voice so shrill it could have peeled paint off a wall. "Maren! It was you! You tampered with the AI!" The entire class froze and turned to look at her. Phoebe held up her phone with trembling hands, wearing the expression of a victim who had just uncovered a massive conspiracy. "Maren was jealous that I could get everyone into Pemberton, so she went behind our backs and hacked into Babble! She made the AI transfer all forty-two of our Pemberton spots to herself! That's why she has a letter while we don't!"

“It’s how rich people say, ‘I want that,’ without sounding like a little kid.” Poppy opened her mouth. Closed it again. Then looked at Barbie. “He’s not a little kid,” she said finally. “He’s really big.” I held back a smile behind my mug. “A fairly accurate statement.” “And he’s kind.” “Because?” “Because he gave me a coat. With gold buttons.” She placed Barbie on the table, then smoothed the doll’s skirt with her little fingers. “Bad people give... broccoli.” “Wow. So I’m an international-level villain.”

She was fond of barbies, just a few months ago and Ms Amelia couldn't pinpoint what has happened to Sia. What she didn't know was, that after getting her barbie coloring book torn by the bullies, Sia has realised how weak the barbies were. If those barbies were really so powerful, then why didn't they came and protected themselves, along with Sia. These were the thoughts of an innocent seven year old. She didn't want to be a barbie anymore.

The couples joined the other elites at their reserved areas on the deck, while Ezrah took charge of the girls, an evil smirk appearing in the corner of his lips, making him look even scarier. Barbie clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into the palm of her flesh. Then she recalled something and whispered to her sister. "Are you sure she has a womb? She drank her father's tea and bled before. I'm sure her womb is damaged. She definitely won't give him an heir," she smiled mischievously.

You might make the other person believe you are about to win. The first thing I needed to do was invent someone named Barbie. The most believable way to do that was to give her a personality. I decided Barbie would want us all in costumes for her party night, so we would do "colors of the rainbow," and I would be blue. Blue wasn't as recognizable as yellow, but wasn't as blended into the crowd as black. Next, Barbie would need more friends. Good thing I know about fifty showgirls who are always looking for a reason to party. I grabbed the group chat and sent a message.

"Well that makes it easy for me, I won't have to wait long." I slide my equipment belt on the hook where I store it when off duty. "Is there anything I can do to convince you Not to arrest him?" She wiggles her still air-bound ass. "Well, I have to say you do have fantastic assets, we might be able to work something out. I guess you want to become a 'badge bunny' and fuck a cop." "Ooo, that sounds naughty. Yes please!" Barbie is getting so wet with the build-up up her juices start running down her inner thighs.

Maddy tried on every single thing she brought and some of my clothes and then spent ages making me and Charlie her personal barbies until we all agreed on our final outfit choices. Maddy decided that she loved my tattoos and wanted to show as many of them as possible so I ended up in a very short high waisted black leather skirt and a fitted dark blue lacy crop top with multiple straps that criss-cross at the back. I had to admit, I did look pretty good.

We had to move quickly before Adam's mother, who kept looking at us inquiringly, changed her mind and questioned where we had come from. "We have room to play the piano. Please follow me, gentlemen." Aston and I looked at each other. I pretended to see a spider in Adam's hair and pretended to clean it. I took Adam's hair and pulled out a strand. Please put it in a small plastic, then nod twice, indicating our mission is over. Aston finally accelerated his lessons and then we said goodbye to go home. **** Taking a sample of Jayden's hair is the easiest thing to do. Tonight Jayden was drunk again. There was a lipstick mark on his collar. He really couldn't be stopped.