Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

She has a pretty face; much darker than Cyn's and her hair is almost shoulder length. "I'm Barbara." I hear from behind Shelly. "Nice to meet you too." She says, sarcastically as she pushes past us into the living room. I catch a glimpse of her face as she walks by and damn if she doesn't look like Halle Berry! Her hair is in tight braids against her head, cascading down into loose ringlets that brush against her shoulders as she walks. She's wearing a knee length skirt that is stretched tightly across the curves of her ass, a form-fitting turtleneck that clings in all the right places, and brown thigh-high boots. She has light brown skin and a body that is absolutely breath taking.

“I love you too. We’ll go shopping and fill the time. I have a great idea for your Christmas gift but I need to work on it.” Isabella stayed in the background on campus. Her crew did accept her back, but Barbella was running it and she stayed clear of me. Isabella’s hair was long enough to leave off the scarves and she had it styled so she looked like the most elegant pixie I’d ever seen. She was like a cat and always landed on her feet.

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 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.

We walk into the club…they have really gone all the way for us…there is a section with probably twenty woman or more…We head up to the bar so I can quickly tell Sebs we are here. Becca ~”Hey Sebs.” Bartender ~”Oh honey it is good to see you. He has been a real pain in the ass!” Becca ~”This is Lori and Brenda. It is Lori’s bachelorettes.” Bartender ~”I can’t believe you are going through all this to get him back. Why don’t you just phone him?” Becca ~”No he has to phone first! Can we have a quick round?” Sebs pours a round of shooters…I look at the girls and they both are looking like they are going to kill me

He took a tentative sip of his cocoa and found it was the perfect temperature—not too hot, not too cold. “Oh, yes. There’s this fabulous shop downtown. They have the best Christmas decorations there, and so many treasures you won’t find anywhere else. I’d heard of it before I came to town. I used to run a similar shop, you see. Anyway, I went in today and had a look around and enjoyed myself so much, I asked the owner if she’d mind if I stick around a while, to help out. I was tickled when she said I could. It’s just one of those places that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don’t you think?”

“Let me survive today first. Then I’ll think about peeing on sticks tomorrow.” Just as I was about to reply to one of Sophie’s ridiculous jokes, a loud DING echoed from the elevator. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of high heels clacking like they were trying to declare war with the marble floors. And then she appeared. A Barbie. I swear, if Barbie got possessed by Regina George and thrown into a pink tornado, this would be the result. Platinum blonde hair in bouncy curls, a tiny hot pink dress that looked like it lost a fight with a sewing machine, and heels that made her legs look like they had their own I*******m account.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Her long hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a tight pink dress as if she had been planning to go somewhere important. However, her expression was pure anger. Lewis inhaled sharply as he tried to catch his breath. “Barbie…? Why did you scream like that?” “Why did I scream like that? She asked, marching toward him as a lioness ready to pounce in her prey. “Where have you been?” she fired. Lewis opened his mouth to answer but words didn't make it out of his mouth before Barbie fired another question. “And why was your phone off?” Lewis held up his hands in surrender.

She wore a pink off-shoulder flowy dress, paired with thigh-high pink boots and a pink bag on her arm. Christ. She reached us in no time, panting heavily. “I should really hit the gym sometime soon.” I should be the one saying that, not… Miss obviously Perfect. “Hey, Barbie,” Angelica said, voice unusually soft. Barbie? I snorted. Angelica shot me a glare. “I've been searching all over for you,” Barbie said, then her gaze landed on me. Something flashed in her eyes. It was too fast for me to decipher but enough for me to catch.