Barbara Gordon Personality Novels & Stories

To make it look professional, she added black-rimmed glasses. “So this is the way you look like as a personal assistant to the new Lloyd Group director?” Greg asked, covering his mouth and stifling a laugh. Barbara snorted and took a cup of tea. “Shut up! I haven’t been an assistant to director Lloyd yet. I have to undergo a re-interview,” Barbara explained, looking lazy. Hearing the answer of the youngest daughter, Ben Shelton, who had been observing the movement of stocks through his tablet while drinking British tea, put down his gadget. Barbara’s statement really bothered his ears this time.

She felt that she had just been humiliated. She then glared at Fia. “What personal items did you buy for him, madam? Why does he look like an angry beast that’s out of control?!” Fia frowned. Barbara was just as intense. Now that she had clashed with Conrad who had a similar temper, it would be very bad for the two of them to continue this fight. She had heard about Barbara’s talents. She could communicate extremely well in the languages of ten countries, allowing them to collaborate on projects with other overseas companies.

she paused and then sipped her coffee keenly watching her sister's expression. Barbara was dumbfounded she couldn't refute her words as it was all true. Barbara was someone greedy and placed material things before herself. She ran away with Gary when his career was at its peak but when Gary was on the verge of bankruptcy she wanted a way out. Plus she knew Gary was a stepping stone to her career but now she had nothing.

“Or… maybe you recognize me. Maybe you remember the way you felt back in my hotel room… when there weren't any masks between us.” Barbara’s breath caught, but she forced her face to stay still… her split personalities, the professional assassin, fighting the woman who wanted to push him right down onto the marble and ride the fuck out of him till she was writhing in ecstasy, the people gathered around them be damned. “Why do you seem hellbent on making me into someone I’m not?” Barbie could feel a bit of irritation building. She didn’t know if it was towards him or herself. “Instinct,” he said, spinning her into a slow, dizzying circle. “I tend to have a very good one… especially about dange

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.

Barbra needed clarification on the explanation given by Jordan. She felt the need to clarify and asked Jordan for further explanation. "Listen, Jordan," Barbra said sternly, "you can't just make a statement like that without a clear explanation. What do you mean by looking for a better woman? What does that have to do with Gama in this context? I need a more concrete explanation from you." Barbra looked at Jordan seriously, seeking a satisfactory answer to her confusion. "I don't think there's anything to explain; it's none of anyone's business. So please don't doubt my life because I already have my path, which is necessary for me and my needs. After that, Jordan left, killing Barbara in hi

And I have heard from Barbra that she lifts the spirit of the whole office with her smile, easy laugh and those homemade cookies she brings every wednesday. There have been a few interviews for the position as my PA and the last one, Miss Sanders, was perfect in every way. She had all qualifications and experience for working with high positioned executives. She was also beautiful with her deep brown eyes and auburn hair. I could also see that she was more than willing to do anything for me. And that's where she failed.

“You didn't just save us, Barb. You enjoyed it. You looked like a desperate, cheap street walker. Your lack of character is disgusting.” Barbara’s smirk disappears. Her face tightens furiously. “Watch your mouth, Danny. Don't you dare talk about my character.” “Why shouldn't I? Jade is crazy, sure, but she has class. She has dignity. She would never degrade herself like a piece of meat on the side of the road for some random man. She is a lady. You? You’re just trash.” Barbara’s palm flies across my face, the impact loud and burning against my cheek. Her brown eyes are swimming with tears of absolute hatred.

she laughs again and starts to rock a little bit more. Barbara is 29 and looks like Halle Berry," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Really! People tell her that all the time. She's light skinned with a figure that we all envy." I can't imagine Cyn envying anyone's figure and I tell her so.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.