Novel & Cerita Barbie In A Perfect Christmas

Hayley asked me hopefully. “I’m sorry, but it may not apply to everything.” I told her. “Let’s get the Christmas tree first, okay?” "Look at that Barbie!" Hayley twisted her arm away from my hand, and skipped to the direction of a doll, without even waiting for me to finish my sentence. Okay…so…maybe bringing her to Target wasn’t such a good idea after all. Even adults like us seem to come out of Target after hours of meaningless shopping and Hayley was like a kid in a candy store!

Then, when Barb popped popcorn and threaded it into strings to decorate the tree, it seemed to bring them closer. By Christmas, Eve Barb had big cinnamon rolls baked and iced to serve with hot toddies that were made from Hanks booze stash. It was as they sat together on the big sofa, listening to Gilbert and Sullivan music, that she warmed the rolls and brought them forth and made the evening more festive. It seemed to make things even more intimate.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

They talked about Mingchan and laughed together. At the hall area, at 8pm. Chichi and her friends arrived with their beautiful gowns. Everyone was amazed to see those three beautiful Goddesses. “Oh, I can’t see Mukgu, where is that commoner girl, hmm?” Chichi said to herself while looking around. She then smirked. “Let’s see if she still has the guts to attend this prom with that dress! Hahahaha” She laughed. Erica and Suzette also laughed with her.

Of course, not just only for holidays. "Yeah, Animated Bimbos," Hilary confirmed with a smirk as she arched her brow. "So this chi- I mean this girl is your new Barbie doll this year?" Tiana shook her head as she corrected her phrases. She looked at Quinn like she was some cute bunny, preparing to kidnap her and add her to her cute pet collection. Freaking animal lover. "Did you just call her a chic?" Bailey asked my holiday girl before she glared at my fallen angel as her chocolate eyes intensified in rage. Oh, drama.

Some kind of Barbie doll that you could change whenever it became famous again? "It is my business!" She yelled. The people around us looked at us, but I flashed them a sweet smile before they continued what they were busy with previously. Dear God, where was Xavier! Why was a silly drink taking so long, ugh. I was tired. This Barbie was making it hard for me to think properly. No peace of the little brain that was in my head. I looked sideways and ignored the words that flew out of this human's mouth. She was already pissed off.

Xavier leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair, "that'll be for him to show you, doll. Go on now, he's home early and I'm sure you want to be around him." I stood, walking straight and out of the room, closing the door behind me. My posture was impeccable, back always straight, legs long and endless, and the clothes that Oden bought for me were designer. I do everything with Oden and I can't not be around him for too long. I'm his perfect doll. He baths me, dresses me, feeds me and every kind of thing you can think of, and I love the attention that he gives me. I don't know what I'd be without him, because he's my world.

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.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.