Barbie As The Princess And The Pauper Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV “Hiya, Barbie Hi, Ken You want to go for a ride? Sure, Ken, Jump in, I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, Imagination, life is your creation,”

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

Barb questioned me, looking very confused. I bit my lip. I was also confused. Why was Barb being so helpful for these MEN? Why wasn't she immediately rushing to tell me anything about the king and my pod of men I wanted to know? I had assumed all women would be afraid of men, like them. "Why aren't you afraid of them?" I quickly asked, darting my eyes at Barb suspiciously. Barb smiled with a small giggle as she helped me into a beautiful royal blue dress. "I'm a fairy, dear! They mean me no harm. We co-exist being woodland creatures; all of us. We help each other," Barb explained.

“You once pressed Mommy’s keyboard with nugget hands.” “That was research.” Zach took the Barbie box from Issa’s hands and read the back. “Entrepreneur Barbie.” Issa inhaled like she had discovered scripture. “She is a busnees woman.” “Business woman,” I corrected automatically. “Business woman,” Issa repeated, slower. “She has expensive aura.” I looked at the Barbie. Pink blazer. Tiny laptop. Plastic heels. A mini bag that, annoyingly, really did have expensive aura. My daughter had chosen CEO Barbie.

She wore a white dress and had a sweet, pretty face—the kind of pure, innocent beauty boys adored. Two fairly handsome guys sat on either side of her. They looked very close. I’d assumed the legendary group princess would be spoiled and demanding. But the moment she saw me, she warmly took my hand. “You must be Landon’s new girlfriend. You’re so pretty. “These are Wesley Brooks and Simon Wells. Why are you two just standing there? Come on, welcome our new member!” She took the initiative to introduce me to the group’s other two guys. For some reason, I sensed a strange hostility from both of them.

The Princess is still alive, and you must pay for this failure with your blood. A scary realisation hit her. Elena—the girl whose body she’s in—might have been part of a treacherous plot she had no idea about. Someone hired Elena to end the princess. But then the maid's body became Ariana's when she woke up, so the job was never finished. Which meant the girl living Ariana's life as the princess was in unforeseen danger. At first, Ariana didn’t care about the spoiled girl who had ordered her whipped. She just wanted to get her life back. But now, she must care.

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

I decided it would be mutually beneficial to have a well-behaved fiancée, and so I accepted. I still remember that day. Sera was in a scarlet dress, sitting across from me like a rose with thorns. And the day she moved into my house, she turned it upside down. She splattered every room with vibrant paint, turning my house into a wild canvas of colors. Then, while I wasn't looking, she smeared lipstick on my shirt collar, setting me up to look like a fool at the board meeting. While I slept, she painted my nails a bold, cherry red.

Oh wait, I do. Audrey suggested a Barbie movie, which I obviously went against. I told her that there's no way in heaven, hell and earth that I would watch a Barbie movie. Then she went on to say that not all Barbie movies are bad and then she took the remote and that's how we ended up watching Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses. "But like... why don't they wish for world peace or for a cure for aids using that magic flower?" I ask Audrey. "I mean... that magic flower does grant wishes."