Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

I held out my palm and he clapped his hand over mine. We laughed and Mike got up, going to the cashier. He paid for my coconut water. It was cute! Our plan had everything to work out. When we arrived at Barra, the sky was already getting cloudy. I didn't mean to delay. I'd take the pictures, have some fun, and then go home. That was the plan, but when I got to the party, I was numb to the smell of weed. ― Sorry, Manu! I didn't know it would be like this. Let's go.

(Blake's POV) I look at the giant Christmas tree in front of me. Here at home, mom made sure she had her interior designer set the yearly decorations at home, including this tree. Last night, as Tara stood in front of the penthouse's Christmas tree, she excitedly shared with me how they decorate their Christmas tree at home. I swallowed hard, remembering her. How I loved watching her tell me the story, sitting beautifully near the tree as she arranged the gifts under it, and suddenly I wanted to put ornaments in this tree with our happy memories, too.

Barbie had a fast brain when it came to plotting mischief. "Works for me." "Me too," The other two agreed and paid close attention to what Barbie had to say. In low whispers, Barbie explained in detail what she had in mind while the other two chirped in agreement and they solidified their game plan. "Gosh! This is soo going to work." Jessica threw her legs up in a wiggle in excitement. "Finally I'm going crush that little brat." Vanessa exclaimed in that boss girl tone as she crushed a chip in her hand in demonstration.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

While Barbie unpacked in her room, she could not stop smiling. She was so happy because Williams was in the house with her, and his room was closer to hers. After unpacking, she went into the bathroom, took her bath, and came out. She wore something nice and applied a sweet-smelling perfume all over her body. Afterward, she left her room and went to Williams' room. Williams had just come out of his bathroom and was pacing up and down, thinking about what was possibly happening between Paige and Zach at the moment, when Barbie knocked on his door.

BARON'S POV I watched as she opened the bag and the look of curiosity was quickly replaced with excitement. “This dress…”. She said in disbelief. “I saw you admiring it. I just thought it would make sense to get it for you. Take it as part of my apology gifts.”. I said calmly. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, she was happy. “I'm so grateful for this. I absolutely love it. Thank you Master Baron”. She said giggling and twirling.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

Hayley asked me hopefully. “I’m sorry, but it may not apply to everything.” I told her. “Let’s get the Christmas tree first, okay?” "Look at that Barbie!" Hayley twisted her arm away from my hand, and skipped to the direction of a doll, without even waiting for me to finish my sentence. Okay…so…maybe bringing her to Target wasn’t such a good idea after all. Even adults like us seem to come out of Target after hours of meaningless shopping and Hayley was like a kid in a candy store!

"What happened on your date? And don't say 'nothing' because you came back looking like someone had told you Santa wasn't real." I peeked out from under the blanket. "It was actually perfect. That's the problem." "How is a perfect date a problem?" "Because he tried to kiss me." "And?" "And I ran away." Ploy stared at me. "You ran away from a kiss?" "It's complicated." "Ming, it's a kiss, not a marriage proposal. What's complicated about—" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing. "Wait. You've never been kissed before, have you?"