Barbie Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

Shayne and her grandma exchange a long glance before looking down at the photo. “Where did you get this photo, Charlotte?” the grandma asks, her voice laced with disbelief. Charlotte sighs, slowly rubbing her skin. “In the attic. I’ve always had the same doll, which I keep with me all the time. I don’t remember who gave it to me, but I’ve always kept it in my purse.” She pulls out a small Barbie doll, holding it in front of her with a pained expression. Shayne immediately grabs the doll and compares it to her own. “They’re the same, Grandma. It can’t be…”

It looked like barbie took a shit in here. Yes, she had been wearing a pink dress yesterday but I didn't know that the girl was obsessed with it. Is she one of those girls who don't like to touch something because it's dirty or does she like to play in the sand? Does she play house all day or does she like to play outside? There was so much I wanted to know. I followed her scent that took me into her closet. She was standing on her pink two-step ladder and going through all her options for tops. "Can you help me, please, Dadda?" She had already changed into tights that were purple in colour. She only needed help with the top.

"Mom??" Tyson called out softly. "Not telling" Barbie smiled but no saying anything else but her eyes were shining bright Tyson sometimes thinks her mom is quite childish I don't know whether it's because she grew up as a princess and was very spoiled even though she is now an adult but her spoilt nature comes out once in a while. "Mommy!!" Tyson said cutely as he brushed his mom shoulder smiling brightly like a kid asking for a candy this made Barbie smile happily as she laugh softly her delicate eyes were bright tears threatening to come out ,she was so cute!! Tyson didn't know if he should cry or laugh.

Barbie？ When Landon heard this name, his heart sank. Sweat started raining down his forehead. His heart was in his mouth and he was wiping off his cold sweat as he said, "Yes, we do have a talent named Barbie. Did she get into any trouble? Colonel, may I ask who's your commander-in-chief?" Landon was agitated. There were five commanders-in-chief in the whole of Biskeland. He wondered which of them did Barbie offend that a lieutenant colonel would personally come over with an army.

"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.

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.