Barbie Doll Names Novels & Stories

"Hello, my name is Jiang mian, you can also call me tofu.... But, I cannot be eaten. (Pouting she added) It will hurt if you try to eat me.....I tried..." The other girl answered with a amused face, "tofu, I am Han Wen, you can also call me barbie.....But I am living...not the doll...." Opening her mouth wide tofu pointed to her hair band and spoke, "Ohh, look we have same hairband." Noticing barbie smiled and repeated in a amused voice, "Yes, Same hairband." Just then teacher Song arrived at their table, and offered tofu chocolate, the same that barbie was eating a while ago.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

“Sup Omotola, I thought you said you weren't coming today, I knew you’re chicken, bet mommy threatened to spank you so hard you develop the talent to sing soprano.’’ the geeky one said while the Barbie girl snickered into her hands. Omotola fumed silently at both girls, geek girl had a lab sized glasses on and was the shorter of the two girls, short curly hair on dark skin, the rest of her wasn’t impressive, Barbie doll on the other hand looked like she woke up in a makeup shop, her long braid dyed in multicolor, Babybaby will worship this one, her nails was painted likewise and she had made it her priority in life that moment to make sure Omotola noticed as she wriggle them all over her fac

'She's a great kid,' 'Just a kid? Really, Viona?' She asked with a hilarious expression on her face. I laughed, shaking my head and returning my attention to me. 'Whatever, just take the kid along with you.' 'You really need to start being nice to kids, you're gonna be a mom one day.' 'Never, I will die childless.' She hissed. 'Careful what you wish for, sis, be careful.' 'Wow, you look different, Vee,' Barbie, whose real name I got to know was Yolanda, said. Just trying to remind us that she was sitting right there the whole time. 'Where to?'

Iliana said as she sat up despite the immense pain flowing through her veins to give her a hug. "Barbie? You seem to love giving people nicknames don't you?" Clara said pinching her cheeks. "Yes and it suits you. You are cute and you have blonde hair with beautiful sky blue eyes just like Barbie, my favorite cartoon character. Thank you very much Barbie." "You are welcome my sweet." The sixteen year old replied. "Now go to bed. Your new friend has work to do." "Goodnight Barbie" "Goodnight Iliana"

Steven asked afterwards "Yeah, sure. That's fine by me. Most people prefer to call me Van or Barbie, even after knowing Dana is the short form of my name" "Barbie? Why Barbie?" Steven suddenly became curious "Well, that's because I own a doll producing company, Dana's Collection" Vandana batted her eyelashes "Oh, wow! You produce dolls! That's really nice" Steven said, knowing for sure that she was earning millions. He knew how high the demand for dolls was in New York City. He suddenly began to wonder why he had never learnt about the company not until now. Well, his question was answered when his subconscious reminded him that he had no kids or a relative that was a toddler.

She gestures broadly to the lavish room with a smug, knowing grin. ​"It doesn't get any better than this..." She trails off, her perfectly arched brows suddenly creasing as she looks down at me. "Right... I never actually got your name, little tiger. Unless you're perfectly fine with me calling you Bambi for the rest of the night?" ​I pull my arm back, flattening my shoulders and glaring at her with all the faux confidence I can muster. "Barbara," I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep the skimpy fabric of my top from shifting too much. "My name is Barbara Adams..."

“Poor Tino. Maybe he just wanted to play with your tower.” “Nooo, Papa, he’s a menace. That’s what Mama says. A menace kitty! But I built it again, and this time it’s even better. It has a secret hideout for Rica-dolly!” Rica-dolly was her Barbie doll, which she had named in honor of me. It had been incredibly hard to pretend I wasn’t dying laughing at the name. “Rica-dolly has a hideout now? That sounds fancy. What’s inside?” “Um, snacks! Rica-dolly says she needs snacks for her adventures. I put crackers and a juice box in there, but not cookies ’cause Mama says no crumbs in the living room. But I bet YOU would let me have cookies, right, Papa?”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I grabbed the stuff toys on my bed and placed it on my room's sofa. Gathering them together would be the first step and I'll look for a huge box where I could keep it all. I sighed when I reached the barbie doll dressed with a pink turtleneck dress. This one is cute but it won't suit my sister as her toy either. I heard a sudden knock on the door outside my room. "Come in, the door is open," I answered while taking my steps on the bed. I sat down on the edge, still holding the doll. This was actually my favorite doll. Alisha, I called this doll as Alisha. Just finding the name cute when Charie told me that it was her name.

That he will get rid of Chloe and choose me but even I know that's wishful thinking. “Don't torture yourself barbie, you deserve so much more than that." Pat says, using her nickname for me. A name I earned all by loving the color pink. "Yes, yes I do.” I let out a deep breath, forcing my lips to form a smile. “Now, let me redo your hair. You look hideous now that you are soon to be single who knows if a hot man can just waltz in." she grins, giggling as she shuffles behind me.