Barbie Doll Names Novels & Stories

They were completely different people from different years, completely unrelated to each other in every possible physical way. My eyes drifted down to the names typed in bold white text beneath every single photograph. My breath stopped entirely. The cold air of the room vanished, replaced by a suffocating, terrifying heat rising in my throat. My vision blurred around the edges. The blonde woman's name was Camilla. The redhead's name was Camilla. The young girl with the nervous smile was named Camilla. Every single file. Every single photo. The entire list of deleted and deceased profiles bore the exact same alias.

She looks like she might have seen a ghost. "Hotcake'' I call out to bring her from her daze. The nickname I created was for her only. I never give anyone nicknames for fucksakes. This Barbie has me wrapped around her French-manicured fingers. She blinks, clearly confused. The confusion on her face makes her look cute. Cute? Did I, Renzo, just use the word cute?

Olivia demanded taking the doll from Alice's hand, Alice tapping her small fingers on her chin thinking and glancing at the doll, "I can't think of any name, I don't know any good girlish name.” Alice angrily stomping her foot on the floor "Okay okay, don't worry, Mars gave you this doll and I will give her a name, So she will become a mutual gift of your BFFs!"...Olivia soothe her anger, kids are so pure that can be moulded anyways she thought looking at Alice glittering eyes with that idea.

Barbra was all I could think about. GRETEL Hansel was thinking about something judging by the amount of time he was taking to answer my question and by the expression on his silly face, I’d say he was daydreaming about the strange woman. What was her name again? Barbra. I turn to read off the mailbox. Barbra Yahgah. What the fuck type of name was that? It sounded like her parents just wanted to fuck with her. If my folks gave me a name so ludicrous, I’d wait till I was old enough to torture them into confessing why they had chosen to give me such a shitty name.

The children sat with unusual seriousness while May lowered herself comfortably into a chair. “All right,” Damien said. “Let’s hear the ideas.” Aria raised her hand like she was in school. “I think her name should be something pretty and soft. Like... Bella. Or Lily. Or Angel.” Aiden immediately shook his head. “No. She should have a strong name. Like Zara. Or Nova. Or Captain.” May laughed so suddenly she had to hold her stomach. Damien covered his grin with his hand. “Captain?” he repeated. “For confidence,” Aiden said.

she spread her arms wide. "Is that true, mum?" Aiden asked and I nodded. "Can we pick names for her?" Addison asked. "Eve!" Addison's human friend, Melanie piped. "No. Abigail!" Erin countered. "Or Adele!" Addison said. "That is the name of my favorite doll, and it sounds like my name." I chuckled and shook my head. "Your father already has that sorted out." "I want a girl," Addison said dreamily. "We can play dolls... Aiden is a terrible doll player-"

" how? I dont even know what she looks like or what pack she comes from" " good thing for you, we are having a meeting today, and the people at the party will be back, so maybe she'll be one of them." I hope for his sanity " is barbie high a rank?" I asked him. " Barbie?" " oh right, that's what I've been calling her in my head." laughing, he says, " man, I've been calling her a spoiled brat. I don't even remember her name" after catching his breath, he says, "I think she's the beta's daughter."

Not to mention getting my younger sister, Barbie, ready after all of that. Barbie was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Barbie was only slightly shorter than me, standing at five foot three. She took after my dad in looks, taking his straight jet black hair and gray eyes. She also inherited his long legs, and got my mother’s smooth skin. With her pageant looks, I was often compared to her, Barbie being the favorite out of the two of us. I didn’t like to admit it, but I was jealous of all the attention she received. Even our grandma gave her all the attention when we were kids, giving her the nickname Barbie. Her real name was Tracy, but to grandma she was “her barbie”. ****

I didn’t expect Davvy to knock me in my room and it would soften like this to me now. She immediately lay down on her bed while I hugged her. It was as if something touched my heart as I watched it. I sat on her side and then picked up the book she wanted me to read. The book title is Barbie and the Island Princess. At first, it was okay as I read that, but in the end, I suddenly felt heavier. I am figuring out that Barbie was Davvy. 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.

she asked Alessa. “Hmm, let's see–how about yellow?” Alessa brightly said. “Ohh I forgot all about yellow. Like the sun! Okay!” Cindy excitedly cheered. “What’s your name?” Cindy asked. “It’s Alessa.” “It's pretty. Can I name my doll after you? I’ll make sure she isn't tied up like you.” Cindy innocently said. Jackie let out a whimper. “Would you play with me and my doll?” “No, go up. Now. Let's go.” Jackie grabbed her daughter’s hand and started walking up.