Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Skipper Novels & Stories

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

“I..I wanted to do this a long time ago but I don’t want you to think that I’m too fast even though we are just new.” “Pfft..Are we kids Roxy? We are both adults. Should we do it in a adult way?” Shane is grinning at me that I felt so nervous with that cheeky smile on her face. I pulled her closer to me and put a kiss mark on her neck, “Shane, don’t tempt me love there’s a lot of time for that.” “Ugh! Why did you put a kiss mark on me? How can I wear my dress now!” Shane hit me hard and I just laughed at her. She pouted cutely, “You meanie!”

Clover said and we both laughed, “Any specific thing you want in him? Like height, profession, and other stuff.” “He should be perfect and better than Zade,” I forced a smile on my face. I didn't want him to be better than Zade, I just wanted Zade. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, it wasn't about Zade, it was about my family, I didn't want them to feel sorry for me, I just wanted to have a normal Christmas and pretend to be happy at least. Clover clicked away on her laptop, “Done, we should be getting notifications any moment from now.”

"Guys, stop it. No matter what, she's my sister. I've already forgiven her." While no one else was looking, she turned to me with a cold, victorious glare and hissed, "You have no right to compete with me. Mom, Dad, and even Simon are all mine. You don't deserve to be loved by any of them."

Barbie, maintaining her stance, reassured her friend, "Don't stress, Cassie. I'll find a job, promise." "Alright, gotta run," Cassie declared, and Barbie shot her a questioning look. "My job starts now," Cassie added. "Now? At this hour?" Barbie queried, struggling to grasp the timing. "Yeah, it's just 8 pm," Cassie responded, wearing a reassuring smile as she headed toward her room for a quick change. Barbie raised an eyebrow, remarking, "Only 8 pm?" in a somewhat dismissive tone. A few minutes passed, and Cassie descended the stairs, adorned in a short black gown paired with elegant heels. Barbie, somewhat unimpressed, had half-expected a more revealing ensemble. "Is this your outfit for s

She grabbed her and executed a powerful headbutt, causing her to collapse onto the beach with a bloody nose. "Oh my gosh!" Barbie gasped in shock. Cherry retrieved her partially smoked cigarette and forcefully pressed it into Barbie's palm, eliciting a painful scream. Then, Cherry delivered a swift kick to Barbie's belly, sending her rolling away in agony. She turned her attention to the last remaining woman.

Chapter Five That's why you buy Sxx Slave to enjoy yourself every night, right? But what if...? The personalized Sxx Slave you bought is... Become an Absolute Sxx Slave. That theme... Very slow, childish, Addicted to Barbie. Thank you If only he knew that Barbie is beautiful, but she has no brain. Look at your entire condo, he turned it into a sticker house because no matter where you look, you'll see stickers that are all Barbie. *shake* *shake*

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

She dares ask me that? I stood there watching her stop the bleeding, I wanted to ask why, why she did all that she did. She lunged at me with her cat claws in front of her, ready to scratch at me. But I think she forgets about the desk which was between us and she trips, falling to the floor. The whole class erupts in laughing as they all watch their queen barbie try to save the remainder of her dignity as she tried to scramble up from the floor but it seemed hard with how short her skirt was. Guess she didn't want to flash anyone.

The couples joined the other elites at their reserved areas on the deck, while Ezrah took charge of the girls, an evil smirk appearing in the corner of his lips, making him look even scarier. Barbie clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into the palm of her flesh. Then she recalled something and whispered to her sister. "Are you sure she has a womb? She drank her father's tea and bled before. I'm sure her womb is damaged. She definitely won't give him an heir," she smiled mischievously.