Barbie In Rock'n Royals Characters Novels & Stories

ROBYN “Let’s go somewhere else so that we can talk.” She gripped me in urgency on the wrist, a little tighter, and it hurt. Barbie was beautiful, tall, with a body of every man’s dream. When we were in college, she always got the attention from boys. She dated famous jocks on campus while I was the nerdy girl who got one date with a boy because he wanted to get my idea on a project. I was like her sidekick who picked up what she dropped, did her assignments, and grabbed a pair of high heels for her.

“So, he will be free. Maybe Seb as well.” “Take her into the studio tomorrow.” “Call in Peter for image.” “We want vulnerable rock chic,” Victor agreed. “With an edge of sophisticated punk, sexy but not overtly so, as she is playing for other women. We want them to want to be her, not to f-k her.” She had returned to the couch and had began to play another song, the language in which made Vice raise his eyebrows and smother a laugh. “That one is a bit pop-rock,” he suggested. “It would be an interesting contrast to the language and tone.”

Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to go in as the Black Widow and free herself and Knight from her Uncle’s terrifying grasps, but she wasn’t up for that task. Not yet anyway. Barbie pulled out a crisp uniform from the very compartment she had taken her wig out of, a deep sigh of relief escaping her lips when she checked the tag and found 2XL written boldly in black. Her entire plan had been banking on the fact that she not make any mistakes, despite the state she was in. She was glad to see that she hadn’t made any yet. When she changed into the clothes and her gaze caught her reflection for the last time, a bitter pang slapped hard against her chest. The girl in the ruined mauve dress w

Barbie-themed, complete with soft pink ruffles, glittering icing, and a mini fondant version of me in the center, wearing a replica of my dress. I burst out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Carmen nudged me, grinning like a devil. “Somebody’s Ken is obsessed with his Barbie,” she whispered, her eyes flicking to Vincent across the room. “Shut up,” I muttered, but I was blushing. She leaned closer. “Make a wish, Barbie.” I closed my eyes, lacing my fingers together as the room quieted. “I wish to live the life of my dreams.”

Barbie said, mocking the name, "suck those big black dicks." Karen couldn't believe she was doing this, yet couldn't stop. The cocks were just too majestic and absolutely irresistible. "Choke on that dick," Barbie said, loving dominating white sluts, that multiplied intensively when the white sluts were racist bitches like her. She pushed her head roughly until she was deep throating Carter's dick. "That's right, that's right, hold that dick deep in your slut mouth." "Oh yeah, she's a real dick smoker," Carter approved,

Peter said as she click the the next button. "Wait! This one is great" Bonnie said staring at the mask on the screen as Laura stopped. "Nope. It looks like Barbie's" Alex said disqualifying it. "That's it. Barbie is cool. Remember Barbie and the three musketeers?" Bonnie said excitedly as Alex huffed.

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.

Rosalie currently was the personal assistant which before she used to be the ‘Barbie Princess’ psychiatrist. She is hired by the billionaire with a high wage so she can handle his granddaughter with ‘care’. Maybe the highest paid personal assistant in this world

Barbie had a fast brain when it came to plotting mischief. "Works for me." "Me too," The other two agreed and paid close attention to what Barbie had to say. In low whispers, Barbie explained in detail what she had in mind while the other two chirped in agreement and they solidified their game plan. "Gosh! This is soo going to work." Jessica threw her legs up in a wiggle in excitement. "Finally I'm going crush that little brat." Vanessa exclaimed in that boss girl tone as she crushed a chip in her hand in demonstration.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just