Barbie In A Princess Power Novels & Stories

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Her boobs were heaving with every deep breath she took. "That's all I can do, Princess. We can't do this anymore. We can't mix our two very different lives"

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

"She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand." My eyebrows shot up. Spoon stand? I hadn't even paid it any mind! "I… I don't understand," I said, honestly dismayed. And then, Mrs. Gable said, "Princess, Mr. Elms has a security device. It… it seems to have recorded you putting two of his iron spoons into your bag." She looked as perplexed as I felt.

I said, my voice colder than I’d intended. "I think it’s gorgeous," she said, twirling slightly. I averted my gaze, but I noticed her excitement dimming. "It looks really expensive, William," she said, her tone shifting. "I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you spending so much on me." "The dress, the shoes, the bag—they’re all designer, aren’t they?" she asked. I nodded. "I don’t know, William. I know we’re working to get my money back, but I’m worried I won’t be able to pay you back immediately," she admitted, her worry evident in her eyes.

Barbie raised her head to look at who it was , she was immediately stunned to see three guys they were all so handsome but the one she bumped into was the most handsome of them all. "Sorry " She muttered and wanted to walk past him but he held her wrist. "What your name princess ? " Mark asked with a smirk on his face. Barbie frowned , why was he calling her princess , is he a psycho ? she doesn't even knows him and he is calling her princess. "Not your business " Barbie said and walked past him. "Wow looks like it is going to be difficult for you to get miss crazy " Vincent said and Mark scoffed before running towards Barbie who was heading to class.

“I thought the wedding was two months away!” “The wedding was pushed forward to tomorrow. I thought it was early but what can I say, Peter wants to really have me as his. Why did you call again?” “I need a sum of twenty million in two days. Can you lend me that exact amount? I will pay you back. I promise.” “Come help me pick out dresses, I will talk to Peter to see if he could lend me that money.” _______________ In the boutique’s showroom, Olivia collapsed onto a plush chair, watching Sofia play nearby. Her daughter was immersed in her own world, battling a doll with a plastic dragon.

So romantic! [Ex-wife really lost and is trying to suck up now, huh? Too late!] “Honey, I don’t like this color. Let’s change it to gold later. I like things that sparkle.” “Sure. Anything you want,” Anthony said indulgently. I almost laughed. What a fool. She actually thought the yacht belonged to her. If this weren’t for revenge, I wouldn’t even let their filthy hands touch my things. “My Ferrari too,” Anthony added proudly. “Redesign it however you like!”

“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.”

All hers; my princess. "God, you are a real life princess. I feel like I am meeting with the pink and purple lover girl you always watch on TV in real life—" With a loud chuckle and red, adorable cheeks, she informed me, "—Barbie, daddy! Her name's Barbie!" With a large smile of my own, I continued, "Well, I feel like I am meeting with Barbie right now. It's not even the outfit, my princess, it's you… There is no other star that shines brighter than you, ever. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, always remember that."