Barbie Friends Novels & Stories

the other joked. Barbie scoffed instantly. “Obviously not.” Her friend tilted her head. “Sugar daddy?” Barbie let out a short laugh. “Please, I don’t do grumpy older men.” Derek didn’t react. Instead, he called her again. “Barbara.” This time, he was more direct. Barbie sighed, clearly irritated by his persistence. “Give me a second,” she said to her friends before stepping away from them. They didn’t stop watching. Barbie walked toward Derek, her posture guarded now.

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

The inside was pink. A girl. I started crying. Derek started crying. Luca hugged me. Eli hugged me. Luke hugged me. Hope pointed at the cake. She said pink. Luca said yes. Pink for a baby sister. She said sister. She smiled. Grace clapped. Derek Jr. slept. The painting watched from the window. That night, we sat at the table. Seven people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to Grace. The new baby.

“I didn’t realize this kingdom ran on Swiss time.” “Important people always run on time.” She turned back to her Barbies. “Sit down. But don’t step on Lawyer Barbie.” I looked down. A Barbie in white glasses and a pale pink suit was lying near my foot, a tiny purse still clutched in her hand. I arched a brow. “Which one is Lawyer Barbie?” Poppy looked at me like I’d just asked what the sky was. “The mean one.” “Extremely helpful explanation.” “That’s Auntie Hazel Barbie.” She pointed without looking. “And this one,” she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”

Briella–one of the gossip girls and my rival, points out. I frown, “But I twerked last–” “That doesn't count! If you want to be part of the game this year, you have to do something more wild.” Briella states with an evil smirk. And one by one, everyone agreed to her idea–probably the influence of being a popular gossip girl. Xander's quiet but his eyes say a thousand things–they’re warning me to back off while I can. My lips curl downwards, does he think I'm incapable of being naughty?

Quilla’s face darkened, and she snapped. “Sophia, having the same name is one thing. Are you saying you also have the same face as the person my friend arrested?” I snorted. “If you’re so sure your friend recognized me, fine. Call him on video. Let’s confront him face-to-face.” My firm tone made Quilla panic for a moment. She immediately played the victim and turned to Cole’s parents. “Mr. Griffin, Mrs. Griffin, she’s a bar girl. Who knows how many men she’s slept with? I’m just worried Cole might catch something from her.

However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs. She would soon be 20. Women her age back in the day would already be married with kids. Jerry finally relented, deciding this could be Lucinda's coming-of-age celebration. Though, as a young woman, she wouldn't possibly have fun with two old farts like us. So, I called up my daughter, Maya Glover, to come along with us. The moment Maya heard that we were going to a pub to celebrate Lucinda's birthday, she jumped with joy.

I said indifferently, not even casting an eye on her. “Haven’t seen you around. You’re new?” She was using a seductive voice, and I wanted to throw up just by listening to her. “Obviously.” I retorted. “Well, my friends and I are sitting over there…” She pointed in their direction. All the Barbie dolls were assembled, and some guys were sitting around them. “No, thanks, Barbie girl. I’m great right here with my friends.” I said, glancing at Owen and Nat. “Ah, thanks for the compliment. I’m Julia. By the way.”

Her cheeks are dried of the tears I saw earlier and her face glows under the light. “So what exactly is this party?” I attempt to start a conversation when Brynn just stares ahead of her. She doesn’t turn her head and I drop my hands back to the rails. “There are sure a lot of people.” “Yeah, it’s just a business party we throw every month.” “So all of those people work for your family?” “Friends are included too. Then friends of friends and their families along.” She still doesn’t meet my eyes. “Sounds like a lot to catch up to.”

"Do not slut-shame me, Chelsea. You know you wanna go home with one of these sexy bikers tonight too. Alyssa can't have all of them." Alyssa groans, her cheeks turning pink. "Alright, enough of that. Ben looks like he wants to go find his best friend." "Future wife," Chelsea corrects, grinning like she enjoys poking bears. "Over my dead f-in' body," King growls, barely audible but sharp enough to cut stone. "Agreed," Mason mutters, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. The tension in the air spikes for a beat, but Alyssa waves it off with a laugh, grabbing both of her friends by the wrist and yanking them away like they're children about to burn themselves on the stove.