Baddie Barbie Novels & Stories

He suddenly said and turned to him surprised. "No, there is no need for that," I said as we got closer to the shop. "Why do you always push me away?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Because this is all a game to you. And I'm not interested in being one of the girls you cross off your lists." Mac laughed as we got to the shop and the woman greeted us. I looked around and it was some kind of a shooting game with toy guys and a huge glass of stuffed toys. I saw a really cute panda and Mac caught me staring at it.

“Then you’ll fit right in.” The pack roared with laughter, and I rolled my eyes, pretending to be offended. “Wow. My introduction to the North: food theft and insults. Great start.” Barbie fluttered onto the table, her tiny wings glittering faintly like someone had dipped her in starlight. “You forgot sass,dear. You can’t start a new era without it.” I nearly choked on my stew. “Oh gods, you’re still here.” “Of course,” she said, crossing her little arms. “Someone has to make sure you two lovebirds don’t start another war by accident.”

He put his arms around me and hugged me closer. "What's wrong, baby?" he whispered. "Bad girl at the party threatened me to steal you away from me, so I'm going to make you feel so good that you won't think about anyone else but me," I pouted. "Bad girl? What bad girl? Remind me to send her a thank-you note later," he chuckled. "That black-haired witch!" I exclaimed. "Who...oh, do you mean Shelby? Why would she try to steal me?" he sounded confused.

Laura "Can you please turn the music off? It's so annoying." I blurted out, sneaking a glance at the driver. Grandfather's father driver was just like him, depressing as hell. He had been driving the car so fast even after telling him to slow down. Above that, he played some bedtime 1980s music like I want to know what love is, I'm on fire, put some sugar on me and now the careless whisper. Like what the heck? Where was his mannerism?

She giggled again, then jumped off the table, grabbed his hand, and bounced off to her room, with Vincent being dragged like a ragged doll. “So here is Amanda,” she said, showing Vincent her barbie dolls in their tiny pink house inside her pink room. The barbies had one or multiple parts missing. “And this is Sophia, Hilda, Robin, Kai, Jay, Zane, Llyod….” She continued naming, describing their personalities and how some of them lost their body parts. I stood at the door, watching as Vincent paid rapt attention and asked questions like an obedient pupil being lectured on how to rip toys apart.

We knew most of the people there as most of them were from my high school. While Anna and I were talking, Victoria AKA Vickie, along with her two minion friends entered in. They were dressed in a bit tight, revealing dresses with a ton of makeup on their faces. They are really bad bitches. They use boys like they use their face powder. I never liked them. And Of course, they too never liked us. Vickie despises me as a boy on whom she had crush in her school days, proposed me. From then, she started treating me as an enemy. They started talking to boys and gazing at us in a weird way. I rolled my eyes looking at them.

“They’re brilliant, powerful, and have influence. If you want to survive and maybe even thrive here, make connections with students who's smart.” Isabella rolled her eyes secretly, then nodded. Survival first, friendships second. Ava hesitated for a moment, then continued. “And the bullies…well, I wasn’t exactly one of them, but I was close to their circle. Winter, Cruella, and…one mad dog.” “Mad dog?” Isabella raised an eyebrow. “Yes…she’s terrifying. You don’t even want to meet her. She’s not around right now, thankfully.” “Does Kade have a girlfriend?” Isabella asked, narrowing her eyes.

Of course, I was up to something and yes I was up to no good. I raised my hands in surrender. “Yes, you got me I am up to no good. And that’s because I have been pressured to go back to being the bad girl.” She squealed. “No way! You’re really going to finally get back at the Bad Boys Club for humiliating you?” I nodded. She covered the space between us and hugged me while screaming loud enough to burst my eardrums. “Yes! Now we can have some drama liven this place up.” She pulled back and looked up into my face. “Tell me all about it! What have you got planned? “

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.