Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures Stacie Novels & Stories

Barb knew it was so she went ahead to open the door “Hi aunt” That annoying voice rang through Barb’s ears “Come on in” Barb gave way and Stacy walked into the house. It was her first time stepping foot into the home of the Channings “Where is he?” Stacy asked and since there was no stopping her Barb pointed at the direction of his room. Anything that was to happen was probably not to be avoided for long, all she could do was hope for the best. Stacy found her way to William’s room and after a few knocks she walked in;

I tried to grab the phone back, but Barbie used her baby bump to hold me back. "Yes, she's right here," Barbie told Stan. "Having a little bit of breakdown, but you know our girl; she'll snap out of it. I'm doing fine, thanks. The baby is growing every day. Soon I'll be the size of a car." "Barbie, give me the phone," I said. "Now we just need to find Tasha the right match, so my baby can grow up with dozens of cousins," Barbie teased me. "Sure thing. Here she is, Stan." I snatched the phone and heard Stan chuckling.

He wanted her to know that he wasn't interested in Barbie, so he pulled Barbie into the room and closed the door. "Why did you knock on my door?" He asked. Barbie smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Zach is with Paige, I was alone in my bedroom, and you are here as well. So, I came here to see if you needed some company. Maybe we can just have a good time and....." "Good time? What are you talking about?" William asked. Barbie smiled and turned, so Williams could unzip the back of her dress. "I'm willing to be all yours tonight," she said.

I have to say the girl is beautiful, she has brownish eyes just like Tom's eyes, she resembles him a bit, it did not know that Tom is an orphan would think that she is his twin sister. Barbie's tempers exploded, like those series or movies you watch and the most unnoticed character does the unthinkable yeah that is how I describe Barbie:s behavior she did not only rain insults and embarrassing words to Stella she also poured my Coke to her which earned her a glare from me, nobody messes with my food, the way I glared at her, the red face she had turned to an ashen one.

Jackson Oden read blueprints for the new waterfront project in his study, sipping black coffee and unaware that a storm of a different kind had already begun to brew on the other side of the house. Stacy leaned against the railing of the grand staircase, her hands pulling at the hem of her ivory blouse. Her face was unnaturally pale, eyes puffy from sleeplessness, but she had made up her mind. She was not going to be pushed around anymore—certainly not by Luke, and certainly not by his ever-cold stepmother. She climbed the stairs and straight into the family lounge where Mrs. Oden sat flipping through a fashion magazine and lip glossing. The woman barely even looked up.

I made it through the rest of the school day, and then Ella, Lacy, and I went home together. "Sof," I heard Stacie call when I walked into the castle. I turned around to see her walking over to where I was. "Hey, how was school," Stacie asked "It was fine," I replied. "I was wondering if you would like to go shopping for your birthday dress for your party. Tammie said she would come to. It would give us all a chance to do something instead of thinking about our mates," Stacie said. I could tell she was affected by not being around my dad and by how tired she looked.

"Come on upstairs. You girls come get me if you need anything." "Like more wine!" Jessica yelled. "No," Barbie said. "Like if the pack house is on fire." I laughed, while using the railing as support, Barbie and I made it up the stairs. I kicked the door inward, loving the look of our unmade bed, and falling head first into it. "I can't move," I groaned. Barbie chuckled, and kicked off her shoes. "I'm right there with you. Just think," she said. "When we wake up. The boys will be here with the dragon's head as a victorious trophy."

she sneered. “Exactly, my little receptionist,” Declan agreed cruelly. “You're an arrogant ass, Declan Starr. But I'll wear your diamonds for you… As long as I can return them to you as soon as we've left the party.” “Don't be such a baby!” “Then I won't wear them and you can't force me,” Gemma declared obstinately. “What a feisty little girl you are! All right, I'll keep them locked up for you. Now let's go on to a shop where we can buy you a proper dress for tonight.”

Quickly, he shook the thought away, thankful for his successful release from Stygian's captivity. As he got to his small apartment, he exhaled. He stood in front of the door for a long moment before opening it. Everything still felt unreal to him. He rubbed his forehead as the headache from earlier threatened to return. “Maybe I dreamed everything,” he muttered to himself. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. He barely had time to close it before someone screamed his name. “LEWIS!” He jumped. Barbie stood in the middle of the living room with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her long hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a tight pink dress as if she had been planning to go

Skylar Fall of 8th grade “Come back here you little b*tch.” A brunette goes flying by me with Barbie number 2, Jeanie, stomping after her awkwardly in her wedges and skirt so short and tight I wonder how she managed to keep all her bits covered making the smallest of movements, let alone attempted running. She looks livid and I can see the other two Barbies coming up behind her, strutting, since running or normal walking is not possible in the sky high shoes they are wearing.