Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures Stacie Novels & Stories

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us." As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films. Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such? I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting he

Worry was evident on her face. “Do you think Belle and Alaric would let an evil being in this house right under their nose?” I asked her, “Unless they were in the prison of course.” I add quickly. “You’re right. I need to relax. We have a few hours before dinner, what should we do?” Stacie started looking around the room. There was a T.V. in the hutch as well as a couple of video game consoles. The desk had a desktop computer and next to it a laptop computer. She smiled. It was her laptop from home. There were posters that dealt with women empowerment all over the place and coexist bits. A rainbow flag I had never seen before was on the door. Her smile grew with each thing she saw.

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.

The walls of the joint room of 10, were also in poor condition, with paint scractched away, leaving the cement walls peeking. She was lost in her own world coloring in her coloring book, that she had got after begging the caretaker for nth time. It was so precious for her. The barbies looked so pretty in that coloring book, that she had decided what she wanted to become after growing up. She wanted to be a barbie in her own barbie world! A cute smile stretched upon her lips. She was coloring the barbie's hairs, when someone rudely snatched the coloring book away. Sia gasped not grasping the situation and intinctively reached towards her coloring book, which was held by Tony. He was a 9 year

He was here tonight because of me and had to stay in one place with Adam and annoying Jane. A server’s hand moved in my line of sight, bringing us all some colorful drinks, waking me from my daze. I looked at Tina, and she winked at me, raising her glass up. “I know we are not gathered here for some special reason, but here I am celebrating a dream come true.” The barbie proudly said with her kid-like voice. “I talked with a designer this morning and I will be his new model for the Spring collection.”

He was surprised to see how she switched moods so fast and how all tears had dried up. “I won't be bothered for the rest of the month. Deal or no deal” he said, stretching out his hands to his mother who felt he had the upper hand because she had convinced him to change his mind. “Deal”, Stacie shouted, rushing inside the house to get Riley,ignoring Rio with his stretched out hands. Stacie returned shortly with Riley all dressed up. She wore a beautiful peach ballerina gown with a pair of flat black shoes to go with the dress. Stacie had worn her a set of hose that matched the color of her skin under the ballerina gown.

“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?”

"Hey, babe! I thought you guys would be done by now!" Stacy’s bright, bubbly voice shattered the spell. I scrambled to my feet, almost dropping Liam’s leg as I instinctively took a step back, wiping my palms nervously on my shorts. Stacy walked in dressed in her two-piece pink cheerleader costume, a vibrant contrast to the stark locker room. Her hair was perfectly styled into a high ponytail. "We're going to miss our reservation if you don't hurry up," she pouted, instantly stepping into my space. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

There were stairs at the corner that led to the bedrooms and a door beside the stairs that led to the kitchen. A woman with brown hair tied in a bun emerged from the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body. "He is. That tiger couldn't leave without bread in his meal." Barbie grinned. "He's just the same as Diel." "Speaking of your brother, where is he?" Her mother took off the apron and put it inside a cupboard. Zabdiel and her mother were alike. Both in their magic type and their olive eyes. "He's with Jared. Those two are inseparable," Barbie went to the kitchen to get something to drink. "What time will Uncle Levi arrive?"