Barbie Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

A known voice made them turn at a time to see Pascal who's dressed like Bluebeard with a large smile on his face. "Pascal!" Tiffany laughed. "Katherine Pierce? Rebekah Mikealson?" He said, checking them out. "I'll go for Rebekah, Yvonne fits the Katherine personality better" Tiffany said, splaying her hair. "Whatever" Yvonne smiled. "Hey, you look fabulous in the costume" Tiffany played with Pascal's beard, and he chuckled. "Fabulous? He looks hideous" Yvonne made faces. "That's kinda like the point, right?" Pascal raised his shoulders.

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.

"Why me, Adrian? Not Camilla. Not the fake name. Me. Before the contract, before the accident. Why did you choose me?" He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he turned his head slightly, just enough that I could see his profile. "Go to your room, Elara." "No." "Go." "I'm tired of being dismissed. I'm tired of being a Doll who sits in her room and waits for someone to tell her what to do. Katya almost killed me today and you won't even tell me why I'm here." He turned around. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were dark.

“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.”

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

Little Karen commented excitedly while in her father's arms. "Look!" George Ken finally unveiled a box. It was a classic Barbie doll that was taller than Little Karen was. The Barbie doll had huge, round eyes, pretty facial features, and looked amazing. At first glance, she looked like an older version of Little Karen. Little Karen was really happy. She slid down from her father's arms and ran over to hug the beautiful doll. George Ken thought that Little Karen was going to hug him, so he stretched out his hand and waited for her. However, Little Karen went for the doll, and his arms were left hanging awkwardly. He was slightly embarrassed.

I asked politely She nodded, her attention still fixated on her dolls "Is that Barbie doll" "Yes" she whispered, her voice barely audible "I think she's pretty, I love her dress, what is she supposed to be" I carefully asked "A popstar" her eyes now fixated on me as she smiles "That's not a Barbie doll, it's a Bratz doll, she is so clueless" Tina chipped in "No, it's a Barbie doll, Mama and Grandma said so" Tiara retaliated back

She giggled again, then jumped off the table, grabbed his hand, and bounced off to her room, with Vincent being dragged like a ragged doll. “So here is Amanda,” she said, showing Vincent her barbie dolls in their tiny pink house inside her pink room. The barbies had one or multiple parts missing. “And this is Sophia, Hilda, Robin, Kai, Jay, Zane, Llyod….” She continued naming, describing their personalities and how some of them lost their body parts. I stood at the door, watching as Vincent paid rapt attention and asked questions like an obedient pupil being lectured on how to rip toys apart.

That helpless, livid glare. I took a wrist in each hand and lowered her arms to the side. I would have met with more resistance from a Barbie doll. Not that Barbie could have covered her chest in the first place. Taylor and Barbie. Tall, long-legged, big-breasted and beautiful. Cheap, posable, biddable, and physically incapable of covering themselves. They had a lot in common.

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,”