Barbara X Venti Novels & Stories

Barbara drawled, "do you know that red dress you've been whyning about? I got it for you." "What?" Mitchell's head snapped up as she gasped, "Tell me you're kidding." "Go grab it from the closet, let's hit the club baby," Barbara chuckled as Mitchell sprinted towards the closet, squealing in excitement. [Trev Club, Los Angeles, Late Night] "Oh my goodness! Let's dance, Mitch!" Barbara yelled through the music, her voice barely audible. "Nooope, I don't...want to," Mitchell slurred, her vision getting blurred. She took just a bottle of vodka. Why is it having so much effect on her?

m. "Good morning! What can I get started for you?" I arch a brow. "A venti iced caramel macchiato, double shot, oat milk. Extra caramel drizzle. Like, drown me in it. I'm barely holding it together." His fingers pause over the screen, lips twitching like he's fighting to keep a straight face. Poor thing. Work policy, I get it... but if he wants to laugh, he should just let it out. I'm not liable for snorts.

Then I decided to get some pho. I was a few lines behind before I saw the familiar figure of a rugged person with her jeans. Combat boots and her blouse. It was Summer so I know Barb will not be wearing a sweater that she loved so much. “Thank you,” she said as she was getting to the cashier to pay. I saw that she was having beef pho. Might as well get some of that. I thanked the student assistant before I was looking around for Barbara’s presence just now before I saw she was on one of the tables outside the cafeteria.

Twenty Years Later Beyla had wandered away from the settlement, in defiance of her mother’s instructions, and now she was lost. This was embarrassing, though she only had herself to blame. Easing her fingers underneath the cloth barbette which confined her neck, she lamented the fact that it was her duty to wear something so different to anyone else. So what if her destiny lay elsewhere? Couldn’t she conform then, or maybe institute a new fashion? As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right?

But when the little girl, Ara, turned her gaze toward him, he froze. Her eyes were like pools of starlight, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Sebastian couldn’t help but stare, captivated by her beauty. Fabios guided them to his humble hut, where they gathered around a table laden with food and drink. The atmosphere was warm and lively as they feasted together. Arzia sat with Ara perched on his lap, her small frame nestled comfortably as he exchanged stories and jokes with Fabios. The two old friends laughed and reminisced, their voices filled with nostalgia and camaraderie.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just

"Wait a moment. I'll make you a cup of coffee." "I'd like milk and sugar with it," Barbara said. "No problem!" After brewing two cups of coffee, Fia handed one to Barbara. When Barbara reached out to accept it, she could smell the other strong and bitter cup. It meant that it was pure black without any cream or sugar. She looked at Fia in surprise. "You're such a young girl, but you drink such bitter coffee?"

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

MESSAGE: Barbara: How is my best friend doing? Ivy: Screw best friend, you are a bitch. Barbara: I’m bitchen Ivy: You are fucking annoying, I can’t believe you set me up. Barbara: it wasn’t a setup, I just wanted you guys to have fun so I figured why not a sex club Ivy: Ugh! Barbara: if you have an itch, there is always someone to scratch it for you. Ivy: Never said anything about an itch Barbara: Whatever just remember one thing I sent you there for a reason so make me proud.

Her beauty attracted the attention of all the customers in the cafe. Britney walked over and sat opposite Barbara. Barbara smiled politely at Britney and asked, "What do you fancy?" "Jamaican blue mountain coffee!" Britney replied. The waiter quickly brought over the coffee. After stirring the coffee with a spoon for a long time, Britney stopped and said to Barbara, "You are much thinner than before." Barbara smiled faintly and did not speak. Britney didn't mind Barbara's silence. She sighed and softly added, "Time flies! In a blink of an eyes, it's been nine years!"