Barbie Friends Novels & Stories

MEADOWS “Have you lost your mind, Meadows?” Serenity gasped, her face pixelating slightly on my MacBook screen as I held up the lingerie. “What? Isn’t it hot enough?” “Hot enough for what? A night with William?” Her voice dripped with disbelief. I tossed the lingerie on the bed, frowning. Why was she acting like it was such a big deal? She does it almost all the time. If there's anyone more horny than Cody, it's her. God, how did I even become friends with these people?

Lucy nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, it's Sam's birthday party, our upperclassman." "Why do you ask me to join?" "Umm, I don't have any other friends to accompany me," Lucy chuckled softly before frowned her face. "Everyone joins with their gangs." "Will you accompany me?" offered Lucy once again. Alyne seemed to think for a moment then nodded her head, maybe this is the time she can forget for a moment about her problems with Herrin and her family. "Wow, thanks Alyne!" Lucy immediately hugged Alyne tightly for a few seconds and then let go. Lucy stood up from her seat and faced Alyne.

, Pari asked to the children present near the slide. " No!! We don't know you!! You can't play with us ", a girl replied. " Ok!! I thought that I will share my delicious candies with my new friends but now you don't want to be my friend , it's ok I will find someone ", Pari asked with fake sad face and took out the candies from her pocket. Little magician knew that how to lure anyone. " Wait!! If you want I can be your friend ", A girl asked and stood beside her.

Travian adds. Shit, I forgot about her friends. I wasn’t worried about the barbie club, but I knew Chelsea had some other friends. Those friends I wasn’t very familiar with. In fact, I didn’t know who they were. I had heard her talking to them on the phone a few times, and I knew they went to our school, but I had never seen her talk to anyone outside of the regular three. “We need to find out who her other friends are,” I said.

No one knew but Barbie that I had taken a few years of karate across town. During High School, I was a Soccer player and decent enough to score regularly in games. Which helped me score off the field as well. Barbie was also an athlete, she played Field hockey. So during and after the season I got my license we would drive home together. Sometimes when the soccer team had games and the girls didn't some of them would come watch us play. Some of my 'mates ended up dating some of them but none went after Barbie knowing about my protective nature. I dated one girl for a bit but it felt wrong so we stopped. I dated a few other girls then but none serious. Barbie dated because she pursued the guy

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

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.

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

Over the weekend, Mark and Bea had invited us to a casual backyard barbecue at Mark’s place in Quezon City. It was supposed to be a safe zone. Instead, it was an absolute minefield. Khalia had snapped at Mark for making a joke about our college days. I had accidentally dropped a glass of wine when her hand brushed mine while reaching for the salad bowl. Bea had just watched us the entire afternoon with an expression that said I told you so. Our friends weren't blind. They were starting to notice that every time we were in the same room, we either looked like we were about to scream at each other or pull each other into the nearest closet. The "just friends" lie was fraying at the edges.

de Luca, but because they see me as Hope, the girl who loves ballet and wishes to dance for many people. Our friendship is based on who we are, and if any of us are chosen, I'm sure we'll cheer, but we'll also be heartbroken to lose one of our friends. We've grown up together since elementary school, as they are all daughters of important people here in the capital, from politicians to celebrities.