Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures Stacie Novels & Stories

She was the cruelest in the group and the one who bullied me the most. Right then, she stormed forward and yanked my hair. Then, she slapped me again and again. Before long, my face burned with pain, and blood began trickling down from the corner of my mouth. "Enough. Let her go," Bethany ordered. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she hissed, "Listen, Melanie Parker. We're not asking for your permission—we're simply telling you how it's going to be. "The factory belongs to your family, and you're your dad's only daughter. Surely you mean a lot to him? If you can get us in, your life at school could be a lot easier. You wouldn't want to keep suffering, would you?"

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.

[Florida] Barry sat on the couch going through his phone, while Stacia was ransacking her closet, she was doing it excitedly, she would come out to show Barry the things she picked. "Hey babe, what of this dress? I should carry it too. umm, this boot looks cute, I'll add both, what of this hat? I love it, okay I'm definitely taking this". She danced around showing off the red gown she wants to take for their vacation to an absent minded Barry, she had to tap him before he jolted back to reality, his phone landed on the soft couch.

Cherry excitedly shared her plans. "Sure, that sounds like a fun day," Stacy agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to explore the Yates household and strengthen her bond with her daughter. "But for now, it's time for bed," Bruce interjected, his voice heavy with drowsiness. **** "Mummy, look at this doll, isn't it beautiful?" Cherry asked in the mall, thrusting a large Barbie mannequin in front of Stacy's face. "This is the doll I was talking to you and Dad about last night. I'm going to buy two so I can give one to my friend," Cherry exclaimed, bouncing with excitement, her blonde hair bouncing along with her joyfully.

All that mattered to Stacy was being away from her dad and Kelly, and being where she felt safe, loved, and warm. They ate dinner just like every night, but tonight they had Stacys favorite sloppy joes with barbecue chips, she loved barbecue chips so much, and she ate all of her dinner. She felt drained, tired, and ready for whatever the morning had to face she would face it. Stacy walked up the stairs, after helping her mom load the dishwasher, and changed into white pjs with cats on them. She read some more of her book about magical creatures and fell asleep with it in her hand.

she shrieked, hopping up and down that I was afraid she would fall, “I can’t believe this, Adrian wants to be your genie.” “Yeah, what’s the big deal?” I asked. “What? He will be granting wishes for you and also, you will get to spend a lot of time with him,” she screamed then paused, “oh my God, Stacy is going to come after you.” “Who cares?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who is Stacy?” Max asked. “The school bitch,” I answered. “The school bea,” Christy answered the same time as me and we looked at each other. “Oh,” was all Max said and he continued with his cereal.

He owned one of the town's famous private club; Spyce nightclub, worth thousands to millions per night. A single father of a ten-year-old for as long as five years after losing his wife to the cold hands of death. Perfection, time, and money was his adage. “Oh-oh. Someone's gotten into deep deep trouble tonight. Will cost a job this time.” Stacy said, adjusting her pink cat-eared hairband on the enormous vanity mirror. The barbie stripper was what she was called by both the money stinking rich customers and other strippers due to her incessant touch of pink on everything she put on. Not just that, her resemblance to a barbie doll was almost flawless.

I could see it cos she was only clad in a bra and shorts. “Uh…hi,” I managed. She grinned and strode over, bare feet padding against the tile. “I’m Stacy. Your new roommate. Finally glad you are around, thought I was gonna be stuck here with a ghost.” She pulled me into a sudden, tight hug that smelled faintly of vanilla body spray and ramen seasoning, then pulled back to give me a slow once-over. “Cute. I like you already.” I blinked, unsure how to respond. That’s when her eyes slid past me, landing on Sean. She beamed. “Ohhh… and who is this? Damn, your brother is cute.”

When I had my back towards him, I couldn’t help but smile, no matter how mad he made me feel again. *** After buying more clothes than I planned to, Stacy and Anna dragged me to our usual spot. It was a small bar, but its location was perfect for all three of us because it was the crossing point from each of our apartments. Moreover, Stacy worked there as a bartender before I even knew her. “Would you please hide those somewhere?” I gave Stacy my puppy eyes look, throwing my two shopping bags in her arms.

he took my hand and lead me to a room across the hall. We entered the room despite the door being left open and saw Stella and a woman with jet black hair, who looked in her fifties playing Barbie. I smiled at the sight in front of me and Wyatt cleared his throat and their head looked up immediately. "Z!" Stella squealed in excitement as she ran to me. "Hey Stell. What are you doing?" I asked and she sat me down with her on the floor. "I'm playing Barbie," she said and gave me the Midge barbie doll.