Barbie In The Nutcracker Clara Novels & Stories

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.

In New York. Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. “Who is it?” “It's me, Barbie doll,” Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest. “Come in, Drake,” she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug.

Iliana said as she sat up despite the immense pain flowing through her veins to give her a hug. "Barbie? You seem to love giving people nicknames don't you?" Clara said pinching her cheeks. "Yes and it suits you. You are cute and you have blonde hair with beautiful sky blue eyes just like Barbie, my favorite cartoon character. Thank you very much Barbie." "You are welcome my sweet." The sixteen year old replied. "Now go to bed. Your new friend has work to do." "Goodnight Barbie" "Goodnight Iliana"

Benedict's lingering obsession with her was enough proof that Sabrina still held some kind of power over him, and that infuriated Clara to no end. Let's see how untouchable you are when your perfect little world comes crashing down," Clara whispered to herself as she threw the invitation on her desk. She started getting ready for the party, choosing her attire with careful precision. She would need to look beautiful—confident, successful, and unmoved. She certainly could not allow Sabrina to see anything in her that was weak.

The two laughed and realized that Otavio was leaving the room and going to his room. " Afff, men," Clara waved her hand back, showing that she didn't care that he had left. " Do you know that actress, Tábita Alencar? " Who in the country doesn't know her? Of course I know who she is, I love her!” " Well, I am the one who is doing her hair transition. " Clara let go of the bomb and leaned back on the sofa, pretending to look at her fingernails. " You have got to be kidding me!”

CHAPTER FIFTY CLARA'S POV We finished the tasks on a good slate today, the little brat seemed to be happy that she obeyed everything I instructed. The instant we finished I carried her to the room to wash up. “Get my daughter ready?” Adrian instructed through the call line. I dressed the young girl into a pink barlie gown matched with a black shoes. Later in the day he came back with his hands filled with chocolate. “Clara I want to see you.” He muted, instantly fear gripped through my thighs. Was I in a very terrible situation? Or does he want to screw between my painful holes.

Clara walked into the house with a tired sigh. “This is insane,” she muttered. Tara kicked off her shoes. “You’ll be fine.” “I have forty-five minutes to get ready for something I wasn’t even properly invited to.” “You were invited.” “Through Luca.” “That still counts.” Clara shook her head and headed upstairs. The next forty minutes blurred into motion. Bath..Hair wash. Skincare. Makeup base. Tara moved around her like a professional stylist who had decided Clara’s face was her new project. By the time Tara finished her hair, Clara barely recognized herself in the mirror.

"You don't look strange, but I'm just curious. Do you have to wear a knee-length dress to work?" "Is there something wrong with a knee-length dress?" Cora asked back, lifting her face. The considerable difference in height between them forced her to look up whenever she spoke. "Isn't this beautiful?" "Uh, maybe. It's just that I'm not used to seeing she-wolves working in The Palace in knee-length dresses. Most of them wear jeans and boots. They're more comfortable moving around that way." Cora nodded with a sigh. "You're right, but actually, a knee-length dress makes me a lot more comfortable to move around in."