Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

I was still embarrassed that you could see my nipples through the dress, but the maid insisted on me not wearing a bra. The maid smiled at her work and excused herself. Shortly after, another woman came in. “It’s time for the party to start. I’ll escort you to the party hall.” I walked with my head held high, refusing to show my fear in front of these lycans. I wanted to show them that I was my own person. As soon as I walked in the party hall, all the chatter stopped, and everyone turned to look at me. “Presenting Miss Tiffany Harding, mate of Jesse Colter and Jeremy Colter, next in line to the throne.” The woman announced. There was applause and then everyone resumed what they were doing.

This seemed to work for Fox as she stopped protesting, instead walking over to the crude coffee maker and brewing a cup. The smell of tobacco brought me back home for a moment, a memory of my childhood. Mother and father sitting by our marble fireplace. A glass of red wine in mothers hand and father’s tobacco pipe in his. I played at their feet with cotton dolls, basking in the warmth of the fire. My heart hurt. I snapped out of my self pity and tore into the box, inside were some very… interesting outfits. My mouth fell open at the site. I was so shocked that I didn’t notice Vixen peering over my shoulder, “looks like you’ve been picked out to be the babydoll type, figures.” She scoffed.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

"You want to stow away on that monstrosity?" Noah nodded. "It's that or die." Lena made up her mind. "Move." The Last Jump They swam. The engines of the ship boomed, water pulling at them. It was in motion. Lena pulled harder, seared lungs. A metal ladder swung over the side. Noah reached it first, grabbing on and hauling himself up. Lena grabbed it next. Then Damien. Evelyn reached up—but slipped. Her fingers missed the rung. The current dragged her away.

His eyes scanned the side of her face and he wondered why her face was half pink and half brown, but he'd never seen anything quite like her. She looked up at him and smiled, speaking in baby tongue and something in him went off, "doll," he uttered as he touched her face and she tried to grab his hand and place it into her mouth, "my doll." "Yes, son," Xavier agreed, happy to see his son so excited, "this is your doll." ~~~

“Feel free to stay here for days or weeks, I don’t mind. Lizzle has already told me—she’s my cousin that she can stay with her family. Might be she will spend Christmas there.” She looks kind and I think what she shows me is true. I can’t judge a person in an instant but as how Barbie is telling me things, it seems real. Looks like we're going to be good friends. Barbie invited me into her kitchen so we could have dinner together. Her dad is dead while her mom is living in Thailand, working there as a teacher. He's a singer at the bar, I mean it's not a dirty bar. A decent bar for foreigners. And the fact that she earns three-fourths of my income as a flight attendant in a day, seems like sh

"Barbie, she's not my girlfriend" "Come on baby girl, don't be shy." She started to tease me Here we go again. "Barbie, stop" I warned her She grinned "are you shy?" "I'm not. I told you, she's not my girlfriend" Geez! My face is heating up. She poked my cheek "then, why are you blushing?" I walked faster "I'm starving" ~~~ "Will she join us here?" Barbie asked me I looked at my untouched pasta "Yes, I told her to"

I've had a massive crush on him since sixth grade, and if I get chosen as prom queen today, it will be a massive dream come true. Besides, my biggest competition is Amber. Amber Devil! Her name is pronounced Devil, like from the Cruella movie, but I chose to call her Devil cause she is one. One hideous devil dressed up like a princess and one who has enough money to shield her ugly, true colors. I doubt anyone would leave their votes for her. She's a bully, she's mean, and she's a pest and a spoiled brat. I get to school and wave my driver goodbye as I alight my car. The car is mine, I'm 18 years old, but I've never really had the balls to take a driving test or to go to a driving school.

“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.”

And she is coming down the stairs. I can't help but stand here, completely stunned, as I gaze at Aayu. She comes in front of me and I am speechless. She's standing before me, radiating an ethereal beauty that leaves me breathless. Her fluffy ponytail, slightly askew with a hint of a finch, adds a playful touch to her Disney princess look. The cyan Barbie gown she's wearing is a crop top, revealing her fair complexion and giving a glimpse of her slightly visible collarbone. Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine.