Barbie Kembar Novels & Stories

Barbie said and 'they' was directed to Raven and Melinda. "Very well ,look Barbie I'm very sorry for what happened to him but it all fate and you know we can't control it what is meant to be will happen just like it was meant for him not to shift and have a mate I know this might sound cruel but it is what it is, Tyson is also my blood and what happens to him hurt me..." Barbie cutted off his sentence and said...

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

"I can't think of names right now, but this Barbie is going to be the mom, this Ken doll is going to be the dad, and the teddy bear is going to be their baby." I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think the teddy is a little too big to be their child?" "I like it," she muttered, a stubborn pout forming on her lips. "A little change." Out of nowhere, she blinked up at me with those big, innocent eyes that always melted my heart. "Mama, when are you going to give me a baby sister or brother?" "With the way things are going in this house, you should be expecting one very soon," my father called from the couch, his voice laced with amusement.

Alexia asked happily for Arrya to smile. " Don't you want a baby brother?" Arrya asked her daughter who stopped jumping. " I want someone that will play Barbie princess with me, Mommy.. Alex doesn't like playing Barbie princess," Alexia said for Arrya to smile. " Alex why? Don't you like Barbie Princess?" Arrya asked for Alex to nod. " is too girlish Mommy.. but I want both, a girl or a boy as long as they will be my baby brother or baby sister," Alex said for Arrya to smile. She pecked his cheeks so hard.

The corner of Zach’s mouth moved. Issa instantly bounced. “YES!” “Isabella, you have Barbie, Bunny, three plushies, a mini kitchen set you barely use unless you’re firing Max from your imaginary restaurant, and now a new CEO Barbie.” “Businesswoman Barbie,” Issa corrected, hugging both boxes to her chest. “And this isn’t Barbie. This is a social asset.” Max lifted his truck. “I want a social asset too.” “You have wheels,” Issa said. Zach was still looking at Issa with something that had softened far too obviously.

I asked politely She nodded, her attention still fixated on her dolls "Is that Barbie doll" "Yes" she whispered, her voice barely audible "I think she's pretty, I love her dress, what is she supposed to be" I carefully asked "A popstar" her eyes now fixated on me as she smiles "That's not a Barbie doll, it's a Bratz doll, she is so clueless" Tina chipped in "No, it's a Barbie doll, Mama and Grandma said so" Tiara retaliated back

Obsessed with Barbie and disneyland. JEMMA'S a rich cool girl from a rich family, also a bad bitch, obsessed with Barbie and cartoons. She had tattoos on her neck and chest. She doesn't smoke nor drink. But she sings, she has the voice and stays away from trouble. She's very caring and jovial.

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.”

Reina says as she leans on me. ‘Maybe it’s the colour combination. It matches the one in the playroom in that house. Do you remember how we used to play with our Barbie dream houses in that room?” I say as I start to feel a bit nostalgic. “Yes, and we would always wish that we would find real-life Kens that looked exactly like Ken,” she says as she chuckles. “And we said we would build houses next to each other, and our houses would be connected through a hallway,” I say, and we finally burst out laughing.

She whispers to herself. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opens the shoebox. Inside are two Barbie Dolls, 5 Hair Ties and several photos of Emmett and Simone together when they were younger. ‘What the fuck?’ she questions; looking at the closed door. ‘My Barbie dolls and hair ties he took?’ Scrambling off the bed and out the doorway with the two dolls in her hand; “is this where my Barbie dolls got to” Simone chuckles coming into the lounge area. “You kept them all this time?”