Barbie Kembar Novels & Stories

Paige laughed, "No, he wouldn't; he will likely grow up with Barbie and Luke, so I think he will turn out to be like Barbie." Zach shook his head, "That will only happen if Barbie gives birth to a girl." Paige nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay, in that case, I hope for Barbie to have a daughter while I have a son. But if it doesn't work out that way, Barbie can have a daughter and I can also have a daughter. A little Paige and a little Barbie; can become the best of friends, Just like Barbie and me. Wouldn't it be amazing?" "Of course it would. As you wish, ma'am," Zach replied, pinching her cheeks.

They speak in other languages. She trembled in fear when a loud knock echoed in the room. She swivelled her neck, "Who's this?" She asked. "Barbie, It's me, Em and Cami," Em said. She rapped on the door again, " Are you okay, Barbie?" Camila asked. "Yes, I'll be down before the ceremony. Please don't mind. I wanna stay alone for some time," She said, digging her nails in the skin of her arm.

“Because Kai is a boy. Boys play with motor toys, horses, soldier toys, and stuff like that, not Barbie dolls. Barbie dolls are for girls.” “It doesn’t matter. Uncle, Barbie dolls are fun to play with. If Baby Kai grows up, I’m going to teach him how to play with a Barbie doll and also how to plait their hair. It’s going to be so much fun. I can’t wait for him to grow up. “You’re going to teach a guy how to play with dolls and plait their hair?” “En.” Jared chucked. This child surely doesn’t need a baby brother. She needs a baby sister to play and watch Barbie together. She will only get bored with boys.

There were stairs at the corner that led to the bedrooms and a door beside the stairs that led to the kitchen. A woman with brown hair tied in a bun emerged from the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body. "He is. That tiger couldn't leave without bread in his meal." Barbie grinned. "He's just the same as Diel." "Speaking of your brother, where is he?" Her mother took off the apron and put it inside a cupboard. Zabdiel and her mother were alike. Both in their magic type and their olive eyes. "He's with Jared. Those two are inseparable," Barbie went to the kitchen to get something to drink. "What time will Uncle Levi arrive?"

"Warrior, fighter, fighter, and fighter." "Oh, whatever it is, it's a long and strange name," she commented lightly and enthusiastically. "I'll call you Kai or Dean; what do you think?" Mmmmm, or Ken? Do you know Ken, the husband of Barbie? Yes, Ken fits you." I decided, going on and cutting it off, "I used to have a Barbie, but my mom refused to buy Ken for me... She said I didn't need it, but I always wanted a Ken." "Did your mother tell you that you gossip a lot? And your mother seems like a good woman who cares about your interests, and why on earth would she buy you a man?"

Mother asked, still trying to register the information. “Dad, Mom, so Belle bought a baby girl's hat and took it to Kamille. I followed her because of it.” I said, still reveling in the shock of my thoughts. “What then does that change?” Father asked angrily. “Exactly Ellen, what are you now insinuating?” Mother concurred. “What if Kamille had kids for Zeke?” I asked, also somewhat confused. “How is that even possible Ellen?” Mother asked. “They had a strained relationship and like you rightly told us, Zeke had never slept with her,”

Let me tell you about The Barbie's (input air quotation). When I first saw them, I thought they were sisters cause they look alike. They have the same hair color which is platinum blonde and the same alphabet as their first name. Turns out they were not related, they are just an ordinary girl that try to look like barbie and became popular and thought they ruled this school. Every boys wants to date them but girls? Let me just say they are not a big fan of them.

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.

Big, almond-shaped emerald eyes stared up at Annette, filled with wonder and awe. "I love Barbie, too." She turned to her mom, patting her on her lap. "Mother, tell Miss Annette how much I love Barbie too. Tell her I have so many of them… mother?" She trailed off because her mom wasn't listening. "Mother, can I share my toys with Miss Annette's sister?"

For his granddaughter and for my daughter. "Kim, she got her hair from you. And you are both beautiful." I smiled at Cronus and looked at Yvelle who was holding a barbie toy. I remembered Beau. He also likes barbies. I'm sure that when Beau sees Yvelle, he will clap for joy and play with Yvelle.