Barbie Pop Princess Novels & Stories

“Like, what? Barbie?” The women sniggered again and Chloe tried to keep her smile in place. She was used to this reaction. Other women didn’t understand and men just thought it was something dirty to comment on. It didn’t help that she had more than a passing resemblance to the well-loved doll and she did, in fact, sometimes dress up as Barbie. She even had a real-life pink Corvette and a pink VW Beetle to complete the illusion. “Sometimes,” she answered. “Although Elsa is more popular at the moment and of course with the new movie out, Belle, from Beauty and the Beast is a frequent request.”

“You once pressed Mommy’s keyboard with nugget hands.” “That was research.” Zach took the Barbie box from Issa’s hands and read the back. “Entrepreneur Barbie.” Issa inhaled like she had discovered scripture. “She is a busnees woman.” “Business woman,” I corrected automatically. “Business woman,” Issa repeated, slower. “She has expensive aura.” I looked at the Barbie. Pink blazer. Tiny laptop. Plastic heels. A mini bag that, annoyingly, really did have expensive aura. My daughter had chosen CEO Barbie.

He didn’t say he wants me to be his girlfriend like I naively wanted. “So where are we going tomorrow? Cherry on Top?” Tina came to stand before me, calling me back to the present. “Um, yeah, if you want to keep hanging with an outsider like me,” I responded, amazed at how involved she became with my life and everyone in it. “Hey, you gained some fame from the photo. People know your name already. If you win the queen crown at the dance event, you might become almost as popular as I am. Almost.” The Barbie stated, pushing back a strand of her perfectly curled hair.

The girls rushed towards her room and found her ramaging through her luggage. She took out a long brightly coloured evening dress, flashing it in their eyes, she asked, "What do you think? If I'm to find my prince charming tonight, then I must wear the princess traditional dress." Mariot flashed daisy a weird look and they both shrugged. "It looks great Dohana," said Daisy, thinking, 'anything to make her come to the party tonight.' "Ladies, it's going to be lit," said Mariot holding both ladies hands as she pulled them back to their living room. They began to excitedly try out all the new dresses.

Luckily, my nanny gave me some stale bread and water. Isabella was lovely, but she seemed frightened when Theodore was around. The next morning, the maids came to dress me for the Crown Prince and Miss Isabella's engagement party, bringing dresses, shoes, and jewelry. Something inside me told me not to go, but I had no choice. As princess of the empire, I was obliged to attend important celebrations. I examined the dresses that had been sent to me and found that they were all old and worn out. The shoes didn't fit me well either, they were either too big or painfully small. The chambermaids laughed as I searched for a suitable dress to wear to the ball among the few options.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

He tried to touch my hair again but I retreated back from his reaching hand , pushing my chair alittle back in furious . "My princess you are here for lots of reasons " he quickly extended his hand again and reached my hair this time and he started to play with it again . He is meaning to annoy me. " you will be told at the right time , so now don't play tough with me , I am not patient at all " he said I furiously push his hand again and took a stand up because I am super done for it . " NO NO NO , you don't get me here and trap me here , and start giving me orders , I will go and NOW , I am done playing , I have no time to waste . "

And a dash of sparkly nonsense. I was a CEO Barbie dream turned reality — and I loved every second of it. I strode into the office as if I owned it. My bubblegum heels tapped against the tile with just the right dose of sass to turn heads. Today was date day. With Creed. And you can bet your sweet bippy I was going to kill it. I had my killer evening gown concealed in my purse — no way in the world I was going to that high-end restaurant looking like the very essence of 'business success.' No, sexy was in order for tonight. And the gown waiting for me?

Twenty Years Later Beyla had wandered away from the settlement, in defiance of her mother’s instructions, and now she was lost. This was embarrassing, though she only had herself to blame. Easing her fingers underneath the cloth barbette which confined her neck, she lamented the fact that it was her duty to wear something so different to anyone else. So what if her destiny lay elsewhere? Couldn’t she conform then, or maybe institute a new fashion? As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right?

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",