Barbie In The Nutcracker Clara Novels & Stories

My face changed, my expression shifting from neutral to something more complex. "Sorry, what do you mean by that?" I asked Clara, my curiosity piqued. Clara's smile never wavered as she replied, "Actually, I was the one who took these gingerbread cookies first, but because your husband wanted them, I had to give them to him." My mind reeled as I processed her words. Before I could respond, Clara's expression turned polite, and she said, "I will take my leave now. Go in quickly so the rain won't drench you." She still held the umbrella, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint.

"I need to talk to you," She looks nothing like the Clara that I had known all these years, the one that was constantly dripping in designer from head to toe with freshly manicured nails and styled hair. The Clara you would probably find it more fitting than her current state dressed in the same clothes for days and smelling up to the roof with chipped nails. Once she saw me she wobbled up to her feet and came over to the bars gripping them as if they were her lifeline.

"You and Clara, so what?" "Which of us is delicate, sweet, cute, and irresistible? Okay, I'm irresistible too, I know." "But you're conceited!" I started to smile. "Your idea is truly brilliant, especially if she's dressed in that tutu from ballet class. She looks like a doll in that outfit." "That's easy, she has class every afternoon." "But how are we going to convince Clara?" "You can convince any woman, with gifts and lots of pampering!" "You're doing better than expected!"

In about an hour, Dom was wearing his wooden tiara with a carved mountain in the middle and was ready and waiting for the girls to be done. Clara, on the other hand, took her sweet time with Iris. Once done eating, she helped Iris into the strapless dress. It was a simple brown lace skirt to her knees and a piece of cloth tied behind her functioning as her top. Clara did the hair and then drew the markings around Iris' abdomen and finally placed a similar wooden tiara with a delicate hill carved in the middle, almost like Dom's, but his depicted the might of the King, hers depicted the elegance of the Queen.

But she was disheartened to tell the princess how improper she was acting because Clara was looking like an excited child whose first time it was to try out everything. The princess’ presence in the public was indeed unusual, and every server was apprehensive of punishment if there was anything the princess wouldn’t like. But that would nearly be impossible to happen especially if her attention wasn’t directed at them in the first place. Clara had never had this much sweets laid out to her before. Ever since she was a child, Clara was always on a strict diet. Every meal she had was completely monitored. But now that she’s away from her old mistress’ radar and away from her parents, no one wo

Clara said as she held her shot glass in front of her. “I don’t think you should have to. You shouldn’t do that, Clara. You should be happy. You should do what you want. You should get dick,” I said. “Right? I shooouuuuuuld get dick. I deserve dick,” Clara whined. She took another shot and slammed it down on the table hard. “Not just ANY dick,” I said. “Big dick, you deserve BIG dick. One that will give you everything you deserve.” “Yes,” Clara said eagerly. Her eyes were wide and she turned to look at the dance floor. “The issue is finding someone with that ENERGY.”

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around... Barbie." ​Before I can even process her words, she turns on her heels and sashays away and I watch her retreating back until she disappears down the hall. ​"That's highly unlikely," I mutter to myself, exhaling a breath I didn't realize I was holding... I am never coming back to this den of insanity ever again. Tonight is a one-time-only deal... ​Left entirely to my own devices, a fresh wave of panic threatens to swallow me whole and my heart begins to thump erratically against my ribs. Okay, Barbara... Focus! You're here for a reason! Anyone is better than Pierre and his sweaty, clammy palms...

When Clara was done, I held out my hand for her to hold and she took it instantly with an excited glint in her eyes and a huge smile that automatically drew a smile on my own lips. We hurried downstairs and were out into the woods in a matter of a few minutes. She started to strip right away and began to shift in her place. Before I gave up my control and gave Maddox his time with her, I asked him to give me only two minutes to make it up to her and convey how much I care for her too because she is also a part of Andy as well. Clara shifted into her true form. A very lovely and unique beige colored fur covered her, and combined with her glowing, dark turquoise blue eyes, made her beauty jaw

Clara walked in. My jaw almost dropped. She was not wearing those baggy sweaters she always hid in. Her hair was pulled back, a few pieces falling loose near her face, and she had on a dress I had never seen before, short and covered in tiny flowers, nothing close to what she wears running after Lily all day. "Wow, you look… great," I blurted out before I could stop myself. Clara paused, clearly in shock. "That's not why we are here, Jaxson.”

I massaged the side of my bump. The weird pains popped up every now and then, mainly when something stressful was happening. Today they almost didn’t stop. I could see Clara playing through the glass. She had a blonde barbie in her hand and pointed to it when she spoke to the woman. The entire room was decorated like a playroom, with colourful walls and a soft floor. The only thing that wasn’t decorated as though a rainbow threw up over it was the woman. She wore a black pants suit.