Barbara Memes Novels & Stories

Max shrugged. “Um, whose side are you on in this? That girl is a massive problem and needs to be removed from Malcolm’s circle.” BB gasped. “Malcolm’s side, duh. Did you think a fuck here and there when I’m bored means I’d ever turn against my bro?” Max scoffed. “Damn, you’re stupid.” “What was your first clue? We call her Brainless Barbie for a reason.” Pam laughed, startling all of us. “Pam? What the… shouldn’t you be on a plane to warmer weather?” I asked, turning and blinking at the sight.

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.

“Hello, Barbara… I’m Doctor Amanda Nevermore. You can call me Amanda. What do you want us to talk about today?” Barbie leaned back, crossing her arms. “Can we talk about how fitting your name is? Because I really wish you were no more, so we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” The shrink laughed, “Oh, you have a good sense of humor, Barbara. Unfortunately, it looks like you and I will be in each other’s lives for quite a while. So, let’s get started. Your uncle mentioned that you'd done a few things you weren’t proud of. Let’s dissect that.”

Barbara said rolling her eyss. I downed the rest of my drink, setting the glass down with a sharp clink. "You think you know me? That you understand even a fraction of what’s going on in my head?" I took a step closer, my presence making her flinch. "Lauren isn’t like you. She’s not a snake slithering through the cracks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Barbara's expression changed, her hands closing up into a fist by her side. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could talk, her phone rang.

I could hear the mock-offended note in his voice, the way he always got when Barbara teased him about being whipped. “Okay, bye!” she chirped. I could perfectly picture her giving him a quick, sisterly hug before pushing him toward the exit. “Phew… what was that?” Barbara said, coming back to the line. “Sorry, Barbie… I just—” “No excuses. Enjoy your life! You’ve got a man who is literally everything, and he’s obsessed with you,” she said. “Tell me again — how did you two actually meet now that your memory is back? Maybe I can trace your steps to find mine.”

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 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.

the other joked. Barbie scoffed instantly. “Obviously not.” Her friend tilted her head. “Sugar daddy?” Barbie let out a short laugh. “Please, I don’t do grumpy older men.” Derek didn’t react. Instead, he called her again. “Barbara.” This time, he was more direct. Barbie sighed, clearly irritated by his persistence. “Give me a second,” she said to her friends before stepping away from them. They didn’t stop watching. Barbie walked toward Derek, her posture guarded now.

Barbara shouted as I was blinking a few times, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. “Excuse me?” “Yeah, that’s right. You, Mr. Brandon Cornwall, is and will ever be a piece a shit,’’ she slurred as she was giggling after that statement. “Barbara, where are you?” I asked as I can count how much longer my anger was trying to get hold of my sanity. And with Barbara being vulnerable and drunk, I cannot think of anything else right now.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.