Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

We stepped inside. The reception area was fully decorated for Christmas. My aunt Rosa took holiday season more seriously than any human should. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center, covered in warm lights, red bows, and wooden ornaments handmade at the ranch. Real pine garlands hung from the windows. The smell of cinnamon, pine, and fresh cookies filled the air. “MARCO!” Her voice rang behind the counter. She stepped out wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. “I thought you’d be back only after taking care of the horses!”

“We move like made for each other.” I wondered how the hell a barbarian could’ve learned to dance so well. And how he’s staying so agilely on his feet while drunk beyond sin. “Mardichi!” I objected. Tossing my head back to get air. “Yes, My Dear One?” “Please, Stop.” I surrendered with a laugh. “I can dance no further.” “As ye wish, fine maid.” He released me and gave me a formal bow as if he’d just stolen me for a dance in some grand ballroom.

I have to say the girl is beautiful, she has brownish eyes just like Tom's eyes, she resembles him a bit, it did not know that Tom is an orphan would think that she is his twin sister. Barbie's tempers exploded, like those series or movies you watch and the most unnoticed character does the unthinkable yeah that is how I describe Barbie:s behavior she did not only rain insults and embarrassing words to Stella she also poured my Coke to her which earned her a glare from me, nobody messes with my food, the way I glared at her, the red face she had turned to an ashen one.

I hadn't expected to feel anything. I really hadn't. But there I was, sitting across the room, watching Jaxon laugh with the woman his mother had practically dragged him over to. She was an heiress, tall and impeccably dressed in a designer dress that probably cost more than my rent for a year. Her golden locks fell down her back, like an ad for some shampoo, as she stared into Jaxon as if he held the answer to every one of her prayers.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

The priceless smile on her pretty face was seemingly modest. "Merry Christmas!" she yelled in excitement. The fireplace was beautifully decorated with Christmas stuff and the atmosphere was cosy. Her parents walked out of the kitchen, all smiles and greeted her. It was Christmas morning and she was ready to have her gifts which Santa had left for her. Unwrapping her gift like a greedy child, Genevieve was utterly excited. "Mom! I have the barbie doll!" she exclaimed in a passionate tone. "Omg! Another one to the collection." her mother responded.

"Baby, you're right. I can handle my liquor. I don't need certain people worrying about me." The room went stiff until someone suggested Truth or Dare. The bottle spun... then stopped, pointing at Leon. The guy asking the question looked between him and me. "Pick a woman here to spend the night with." I didn't react. I just stared at my phone. Text from Bernard. [Everything's ready. Christmas Eve, I'm taking you home.] Before I could reply, my phone suddenly got knocked to the floor. Leon grabbed my wrist. Anger flashed in his eyes, his grip tight enough to hurt. Then he sneered.

The next day Austin came over to the house with lots of gifts for everyone and we decided to decorate the house and also got a Christmas tree. We all made the house look so lovely and beautiful. Ariana loves decorating the Christmas tree. “So mummy, I can’t wait to see the gift Santa will give me on Christmas Day.” Her voice was full of joy as we both decorated the tree. And I laughed softly and asked her. “What would you like Santa to give you?” I asked her as she gave me the Christmas bubble light to fix on the tree. “I would love Santa to give me a Barbie doll house and plenty of books that talk about astronomy.” She said and smiled and I raised my brows.

she asked. “You look beautiful,” I replied, sounding corny. “I look the same as always. Thanks though. You just needed to paint yourself orange to top off your outfit,” she laughed, tapping my chest. “Merry Christmas, papa pooh!” Amber yelled and dashed towards me. “Merry Christmas, bambi,” I answered happily, kissing her cheek. I placed a red and green headband on her head. Now she looks like Bambi, the reindeer. “The table is set. Assist me in carrying out the food, please?” she asked.