Baddie Barbie Novels & Stories

I nod and we took a sit close to the window. "So..... tell me about you" she says, I look to see if there's any waiters or whatever, a man came over. "Good day, may I take your order?" He asked politely. "Black coffee" I tell him. "With water" I added, he writes it down. "I'll have a cinnamon roll and coffee with cream" she tells him. She shouldn't even think of wasting my time in this place cause I can leave her and go. "Tell me about you, please" she says, she looks like barbie but with black hair and much bigger eyes. A Barbie perfect for Ken and not me.

“ Not alright! I understand... “ I didn't let him finish his sentence and he made me leave his office, with shame on my face. Of course he wasn't going to go out with me, where he was in his head when I thought I might have a chance with a man like him. Handsome, successful and educated, it was obvious that I had no chance with him. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back to my china shop. I take my small notebook where I take notes, trying to distract myself and forget the embarrassment I just went through. A girl walks in, with blonde hair and Japanese features like me, she stares at me for a few seconds. “ Good afternoon! “ I say closing the block and getting closer. “ How

I said, playfully pouting my lips to win their sympathy. Immediately, they both hugged me tightly around the legs. "No, we want you here, Dad," Lyra said. I chuckled. "Of course, you do." We all moved inside, and I began handing out the gift bags. "So thoughtful of you, son," my mother said, her smile radiant. If only she knew I hadn’t picked out these items myself. "A Barbie doll? I already have tons of these at Mummy’s mansion," Lyra said, her face falling with disappointment.

“This big button in the center is the “Zapper” button.” Lars happily mansplained to me. I pursed my lips over he went over the other buttons and features; showing me the tiny screen and how I could switch between a number of different collars. Red was number 1, I was gonna Zap him so hard he bled from his eyes and ears then dropped dead, the dirty bastard. If you Zapped someone for too long, apparently you could kill them, Lars warned me.

She had bandages on her knees. The girl next to her had long hair. She was like a thorn in his eyes. Hana didn’t keep her promise. She let someone else in her life. The other girl continued to scold Hana about something. Hana was laughing, grinning, and teasing the girl back. "Why are you moving your arms up and down?" The other girl shouted in annoyance. "You look like a joker." "Ji Won, these are my wings... Oink! Oink! I am Mimo, the flying pig."

After staying in the bathroom crying and feeling much better Cadeau retouched her makeup and walked out the door. precipitously a girl of Cadeau's age in a baby pink soft evening gown stood in front of her with carriage and dignity of an iceberg. Her thin, sharp features never showing the slightest emotion. Cadeau fidgeted, "what do you want Ōjo." The girl looked down her nose at Cadeau. "Look who we have here the one and only Barbie or should I call you Mrs Lijie?" She coldly spoke, not backing down.

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”

Belle inhaled slowly, deeply. Then exhaled. And just like that— It was gone. Locked away. Where it needed to be. She reached for her earpods, placing them in with practiced ease. Music filled the silence instantly, wrapping around her thoughts, drowning out anything that tried to rise. A barrier. A familiar one. Reliable. She picked up her bag and walked out. No hesitation. No looking back. — School looked the same. It always did. Crowded hallways. Voices overlapping. Laughter that felt too loud, too careless. Lockers slamming shut like punctuation marks in conversations that didn’t matter.

“Plain black is fine,” she conceded. “But you have to admit the image of you carrying around a barbie phone for your girlfriend is funny.” Zack’s jaw drops comically at her suggestion, his expression shifting from threatening to utterly horrified. “Barbie phone?! Are you inside?” he points an accusing finger across the table at her. “I am not walking around with some plastic-pink disaster that plays music when you open it. Forget it.” His indignation is clearly performative– the corners of his mouth keep twitching upward despite his attempts to look offended. The image of himself carrying such an obviously feminine accessory clearly mortifies him in a way that is endearingly masculine. “You

That helpless, livid glare. I took a wrist in each hand and lowered her arms to the side. I would have met with more resistance from a Barbie doll. Not that Barbie could have covered her chest in the first place. Taylor and Barbie. Tall, long-legged, big-breasted and beautiful. Cheap, posable, biddable, and physically incapable of covering themselves. They had a lot in common.