Barbie Dolls Stories Novels & Stories

She relaxes a bit and adjusts in such a way as to fit comfortably on the chair. “I just kind of fell in love with it. My cousins and I used to play dress up with our barbie dolls. The eldest of them will access our Barbie’s fit and whoever scores the best dressed doesn't do any house chores for the week. I was always the person with the lowest score so one day I went out, got some sewing needles, threads, sketch pad, and colourful pens. I picked out some of my old clothes and begin to sew some of my sketches for my Barbie.” “Please tell me you eventually won after taking such steps to be better.”

“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?”

"Word of advice, sis... Don't make the mistake of falling for any of the men here." The warning catches me off guard and I blink up at her in confusion as she sighs again, "Trust me," she continues quietly. "It's not worth the heartache..." Something flashes through her eyes but it disappears almost immediately and her smirk returns, "They're only interested in taking from you... So make sure you take twice as much from them." She gives me a slow, reassuring wink, her lips curving into a cat-like smile. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around... Barbie."

No matter what life threw at her, she turned it into magic. The same way she had taken the dried-out lot at her house and turned it into a verdant, blooming garden. It made me think of GroGreen again, and I felt another rise of hysteria. "That's enough," Barbie said in a firm voice. "Tell me what happened." "I made a billion dollars today," I said. Barbie was the only person in the world who could hear something like that and just nod. She knew I was telling the truth and she saw straight through the news and right to the heart of the matter.

“No. Of course not. I’m not violent. In fact, I helped him fix his tax.” “You’re also a fixer. I know that, but not violent? I highly doubt that.” “It’s part of my other job, and it pays my bills, asshole. You rich people—” “Okay. Okay.” I raised my hand. “So tell me about Barbie.” “I’m not sure if she sold her boyfriend out or if they made an agreement of some sort to save her. I thought that was sweet and romantic.” She raised a finger. “Before you judge me.”