Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Movie Novels & Stories

It was almost midnight now, the Christmas tree lights twinkling cheerfully in the corner of the living room, casting colorful glows of red, green, and gold across the walls and ceiling, making the ornaments sparkle like distant stars in a private sky. Coco was curled up at Grandma’s feet, breathing deep and content, occasionally twitching in some happy dog dream, tail thumping once against the cushion. I sat on the other end of the couch, legs tucked under me, a thick cozy blanket over my lap, staring at the screen without really watching anything at all. The movie was one of my all-time favorites, full of silly misunderstandings, snowy scenes in pretty towns, and a perfect happy ending with

Brenda’s POV: I could be content with just this, and we can continue to be like this, even without the romantics in between acting as husband and wife. The morning passed swiftly in a blur of laughter and light conversation. Zachary and I played games with Hailey. It’s been so long since Hailey chased us around the house with not only me but also Zacary. After that, we all sat down to watch Hailey’s favorite movie which had been all about Barbie and princesses trying to claim a place in this large castle. They were all adamant to prove their titles as princesses and ultimately settle on the throne in their gigantic mansions, it made me smile sadly.

I thought it was just a love story between Barbie and the prince, but I am wrong because there is a part in the end that Barbie's mother is a queen lady. “Why she’s not afraid to live on the island? ‘Isn’t she the only one there?” “N-no. She is with her animal friends,” "But not all animals are friendly." "That's where she grew up so she's not afraid anymore," I replied. She nodded. “What do you think? When I grow up, ‘when there is a prince, will he take me to my Mommy? Like what the Prince did to find her mother?” I was suddenly drowned in my own saliva.

Of course, not just only for holidays. "Yeah, Animated Bimbos," Hilary confirmed with a smirk as she arched her brow. "So this chi- I mean this girl is your new Barbie doll this year?" Tiana shook her head as she corrected her phrases. She looked at Quinn like she was some cute bunny, preparing to kidnap her and add her to her cute pet collection. Freaking animal lover. "Did you just call her a chic?" Bailey asked my holiday girl before she glared at my fallen angel as her chocolate eyes intensified in rage. Oh, drama.

"I left you for two and a half minutes and you've already become a Barbie for Alice to dress." "I'm made of plastic. It's fantastic!" I shot back, earning another chuckle as he grabbed the remote to press play on "It's A Wonderful Life." Christmas was only a few days away after all, and I had been forcing Edward to watch all my favorite Christmas movies. We had already seen all the Tim Allen Santa Clause movies, as well as National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and Christmas with the Kranks. Now we were getting deeper into some of the classics. Alice and Edward stiffened at the same time, and as the mood shifted with a sudden urgency, Jasper too stiffened. "What?" I found my voice and laid m

"The office playboy. The kind of guy who whispers all sorts of romance in your ear one night and then doesn't remember your name the next day. He's also the junior executive who horned his way onto my team just in time to catch the big bonus." "Gorgeous, rich, and a total scoundrel," Barbie said. "I better go introduce myself." My sister was fast despite her pregnant belly, and I had to scramble to catch her arm. "Why? You don't need to meet him. Just enjoy your second lunch." Barbie narrowed her eyes at me and twisted her arm free in one easy move. "You might be all cool and professional, but I remember what you were like that Christmas. You glowed brighter than our Christmas tree. If he's

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

"Oh- uh, Barbie called. She wants to hang out with you." "What?" But before I could say or ask anything, the both of them had already left. ### "This dress will look so cute on you!" Barbie squealed, admiring a black dress. "You should like try this on." "Barbie, can we go home?" I sighed. "My feet are killing me." "Okay, but you have to try this top first!" Barbie shoved a pink laced crop top at me. "Barbie." "Please?" I sighed and took the top from her, entered a changing room and quickly tried it on. I think I heard a tearing sound during the process. Oh well.

Laila froze. Her eyes went wide, shoulders tensing as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed. For a split second, the room felt too small, the air too tight. "What?" she asked, voice sharp with disbelief. Mariah shrugged from her spot on the bed, propped against a pile of pillows like she had all the time in the world. Her expression was far too amused for Laila's liking. "I'm just saying," she drawled. "You're stressed about Christmas Eve, you're stressed about being alone with Jordan, and every time that wannabe Barbie comes up, you look like you're two seconds from committing a felony."

CAMILLA'S POV “I just don't know which one to choose. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that all this is real”. I say as I try on another outfit from the numerous ones that Baron had brought for me. “Okay…. This. This is perfect Camilla”. Lucy said as I twirled around in the mirror. It was a simple dress that accentuated my curves. It was just a trip to the supermarket so it made no sense that I would want my outfit to look perfect. And it made less sense because I was going out with Baron.