Barbie Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

Everything glows brighter than its real life counterpart, bursting with radiance, swimming in muted light. "So, what will it be tonight my bairn?" She asks, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. "Sleeping Beauty? Rapunzel? Or maybe The Little Mermaid? It's been ages since you last heard that one." Most nights I'm perfectly happy to hear any of the countless fairy tales my gran tells. I've heard the same stories a million times over, and they never get old. But tonight is different. "Tell me a new one!" I squeak from under the covers.

Joel merely chuckled, trying to win her over, and lightly patted Primrose's back before responding. "You said the content of the story didn't matter, right? Besides, fairy tales are products of imagination." Primrose continued to listen reluctantly, her eyes closed. The plot was beyond her imagination, causing her to turn her gaze toward Joel with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "So, the young princess had to do chores like a servant under the rule of the stepmother, who was in charge of the kingdom. She had to do laundry and clean the house, and she was no longer allowed to wear beautiful clothes. Even during lavish balls, she wasn't allowed to participate and had to stay alone in her

I placed my hands on my chin. She smiled, as she rested her head on my laps, and prepared herself for my story. "Okay I remember one. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy. Her name is Bella. She had a beautiful black and long hair, just like yours. And a beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes like yours as well. She was five years old and she had no wings like her other brothers and sisters. Because of it, no one ever liked her..." Thus, I went on and on

“The princess doesn’t need a prince, Mommy.” “Oh?” “The princess needs cards.” She held up a tiny Barbie purse. “She needs a car. She needs an office. She needs a horse... but only if the horse doesn’t poop on the carpet.” “Reasonable standards.” “And if there’s a dragon...” She grabbed Lawyer Barbie and lifted her high into the air. “Lawyer Barbie will sue the dragon.” I laughed harder this time. “Hazel would be proud.” “And then Auntie Rhea Barbie makes everybody look at the camera and says, ‘No ugly angle in my kingdom.’” Poppy shoved her bangs out of her eyes with the back of her hand. “So the prince isn’t necessary.”

I pulled away after the brief kiss, and Charlotte clapped her little hands and started giggling, and I thought to myself, "Gosh, my baby is so bubbly today and looked so happy." She said happily, "Because Mommy and Daddy are love love love love....many love!" I laughed softly, and Fabian kissed her daughter and put Charlotte on his lap. "My baby has seen too many fairy tales!" he said. Why did you let her watch a Barbie movie and fairy tale, Nanny Rose? Right now, she knows what a kiss is." "Uh, sir," said the new nanny. "Sorry, she wants to see it, but Barbie Princess and the Little Mermaid is only for kids, which isn't a bad thing."

I remember taking her face in my small hand as I asked, "What is wrong?" "Nothing, my sweet Aurora. Something I hope you never understand. Now I believe I owe you a story." I eagerly would get under the covers and snuggle up close as she would braid my hair. Then she would open a small blue book titled, Fairytales for Fairy Princesses. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy princess," "I already like this story." "I know you do," she winked and kissed the top of my head. "Most of her life, the princess was protected by high towers, walls, and secret magic.”

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

"The ones with headbands and tiny little pink feathers and pearls everywhere?" "They are fairies not some japanese school girls Zee..... they don't look like that." "Japanese school girl?" "Yeah moshi moshi Yamamoto San!!" "How many times have you watched that movie by now?" "There's no number of times to watch that movie, it's evergreen and so is Hritik Roshan!!!" "Anyways what does those fairies look like in your mind?" "Won't call them fairies but rather some prince charming kinda." "How many barbie movies have you watched to have such wishes?"