Barbie Pop Princess Novels & Stories

She spent some time watching video tutorials online, just so she didn’t make a huge fool of herself as she tried to experiment with the make up Myrna had left. By the end, Poppy looked in the mirror and was (mostly) pleased with what she had accomplished. She had never considered herself extraordinarily attractive, passable, maybe, but not more than that. Today, though, she thought she looked rather well. Her hair was tamed; she had taken to pulling the sides back (the only part that was still long enough for pony tails or braids) because she didn’t like hair in her face. She chose two barrettes with bows made out of blue ribbon to hold her waves back. The barrettes matched her dress, which

She said. “Sorry for not informing you that I am back, the queen I just arrived,” said Val. The queen smiled then suddenly saw this pretty looking girl who looked a little bit like her and wondered who the girl said. “Valarie, who is this?” Queen Claudia asked. “Sorry for not introducing you two yet well my queen this is Princess Aubrey,” Val said. “Aubrey? my daughter," Queen Claudia exclaimed.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

He gives me a small wave as he exits, not even noticing the adoring looks that follow him. As soon as the door closes, the viper knocks. "Well, look here," the Barbie girl gets up from her seat, "Mona is finally without her shield." Everyone turns to face us. Once again, Sidney has marked the front of the stage and pulled me along with her. "Now that he's gone, why don't you tell us who did your plastic surgery? "I didn't understand-"

{AVELINE} "AVELINE, pour some tea into my cup!" Princess Octavia commanded. I immediately followed her order. I approached the table where the three princesses were sitting. I took the tea pot and carefully poured tea into her cup. She was busy admiring herself in her handheld mirror that she always carried everywhere. Before I could turn away, Princess Viviana grabbed my attention. "Aveline, bake us some cookies. I want to eat right now," she demanded.

*age 4* “But mom why can’t I marry Krissy?” Siana asked with a pout on her face as she tugged on the corner of her mother’s dress. Siana wore a pink dress which looked good with her light brown hair and the tiny pink shoes she was wearing. “Cause she’s a girl Siana, you’re supposed to marry a guy.” Her mother patted her head lightly. Siana looked up at her and there she was. That pretty woman she admired the most as a child. Her birth mother; The Queen. The brown hair was fixed so perfectly into a bun, complementing her light complexion. She had a lavender dress on which went down her knees and it announced that she was royalty.

I restrained the urge to snap her fingers in half. “Hehe. Of course I’ll be happy marrying Anthony. “As for you, good luck surviving!” Then she enunciated every word with breathy emphasis. “I won’t let you take a single cent of Anthony’s property!” I didn’t care. I even smiled cooperatively. “Oh? So you mean all of Anthony’s assets belong to you?” Fiona snorted, lifting her chin even higher. “Of course.” In the livestream, her fans were already spamming. [Queen Fiona!]

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.