Barbie Doll Names Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I tried the nice and mannered approach. “Oh dear, my, where have our manners been ladies?” Barb spoke for the three of them. The first omega smiled, wiping her hands from finishing up doing my hair, “I’m Jazlyn, but they all call me Jazzy.” I smiled and said hello to her politely.

"It's okay if it's Angie's." Angie's was in fact better dressed, but I couldn't hurt Lizzie that way. I just met them today. Anyway, competition among kids wasn't right. "No. Sometimes, both are pretty and there isn't a clear winner. I give you both joint first place. Is that okay? What are their names?" "Betty." "Alice." I smiled at Lizzie. "Really? Is that her name?" Lizzie nodded. I was so touched that she named her doll after me.

“I didn’t realize this kingdom ran on Swiss time.” “Important people always run on time.” She turned back to her Barbies. “Sit down. But don’t step on Lawyer Barbie.” I looked down. A Barbie in white glasses and a pale pink suit was lying near my foot, a tiny purse still clutched in her hand. I arched a brow. “Which one is Lawyer Barbie?” Poppy looked at me like I’d just asked what the sky was. “The mean one.” “Extremely helpful explanation.” “That’s Auntie Hazel Barbie.” She pointed without looking. “And this one,” she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”

She looks really beautiful in her pink dress. “Where is Molly?” I asked her. “Oh! You mean Barbie queen??” She asked naughtily. “Barbie queen?? Who is Barbie queen?” I asked surprisingly She laughed and sat on the chair beside me. “That’s your baby’s new name oh, Molly,” She said and began laughing again. I also laughed along with her “That’s really funny,” I muttered. “Miss, I’m through with your makeup,” My makeup artist said “Wow!” I said staring at the mirror.

“Hm.” Little Rosie held the doll in her arms and cradled it. She touched its soft blonde hair which was almost the same color as hers and she giggled when the Barbie doll started singing softly. Surely, her favorite toys in the world were Barbie dolls. She would do anything to get one. “Mommy?” she called. “Do Barbie dolls have fathers? I'm sure they do. We've been buying a lot of them and bringing them home, won't their daddy feel sad? Or are they like Rosie who can't see their daddy?”

All hers; my princess. "God, you are a real life princess. I feel like I am meeting with the pink and purple lover girl you always watch on TV in real life—" With a loud chuckle and red, adorable cheeks, she informed me, "—Barbie, daddy! Her name's Barbie!" With a large smile of my own, I continued, "Well, I feel like I am meeting with Barbie right now. It's not even the outfit, my princess, it's you… There is no other star that shines brighter than you, ever. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, always remember that."

he says, I simply nod and get to play with the toys. I found a barbie house, it wasn't the tiny one, it was much bigger, big enough for me to play with easily, I got the two barbie dolls, I called one Cici, and the second one daddy demon, they were playing together in the house, the daddy demon gave Cici all the candy she wants and she ate them all. I kept on playing in the doll house until I got bored, I made Cici spank the daddy demon for being mean to her twice, but then I moved to another game.

Vera’s eyes twinkled, holding up a popstar Barbie doll dressed in a purple outfit. Vivienne smiled warmly at her daughter. "She's lovely, darling. What's her name?" "I'm going to call her Olivia, like my favorite artist!" Vera hugged her new doll tightly. Vince, who was standing beside his twin sister, looked at the doll with a skeptical expression. "It's just a plastic toy, Vera," he said matter-of-factly. "You know it doesn't have any real value." Vera frowned at him. "Whatever, Vince! She's my new best friend, and Mom is going to make her a beautiful dress, right, Mom?"

“Same here Ma’am.” “Good morning Aunt Emma.” Ava greeted, turning to Emma. “Good morning cupcake, and how’s my little shining star doing, hmm?” “I’m fine aunty, Aunty Emma? What did you get for me?” “Oh honey, you know I can’t forget about that. I got you your favorite Barbie doll.” “Yay. I’ll name her Abby.” “Haha, and guess what?” “What?” “She has a male friend.” Emma said bringing out a male Barbie doll, now I feel like she’s stealing my shine already. When did she get all this?”