Barbie Pop Princess Novels & Stories

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

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.

“The princess doesn’t need a prince, Mommy.” “Oh?” “The princess needs cards.” She held up a tiny Barbie purse. “She needs a car. She needs an office. She needs a horse... but only if the horse doesn’t poop on the carpet.” “Reasonable standards.” “And if there’s a dragon...” She grabbed Lawyer Barbie and lifted her high into the air. “Lawyer Barbie will sue the dragon.” I laughed harder this time. “Hazel would be proud.” “And then Auntie Rhea Barbie makes everybody look at the camera and says, ‘No ugly angle in my kingdom.’” Poppy shoved her bangs out of her eyes with the back of her hand. “So the prince isn’t necessary.”

Which was still unknown. Natalia came back running into my hands as she held Barbie. She didn’t look at her the whole time and that meant she was still upset. “Daddy here she is.” “Now talk out your issues with her, Princess.” “I forgive you for thinking you’re prettier than me Barbie.” And she still hadn’t looked at her. “Now can we get ice cream?” she asked with puppy eyes. “Not yet Princess, you have to look at Barbie when you speak.” She pouted again and then looked at Barbie. She stared at the doll for a while before tears began to flow from her eyes.

The group went around, visiting all the stalls that caught Zaina's fancy. Some of the things she was seeing were new to her and she could not help but get amazed at everything. Even Miranda was in the same situation as she too was excited to be finding out new things. Zaina wanted Miranda to taste the fairy floss first. So, ignoring all other stalls, the group went towards the stall, and just like her, Miranda too was shocked to see something so weird being eaten by people around her. Zaina bought two fairy flosses and handed one to her maid which Marinda took with a suspicious look.

Katie felt so worn out that she forgot she was on her way to the shower. Barbara stood there with her arms folded. " Expecting someone else are we?" She said with enough hate to melt paint. "Listen pet I don't think I made myself clear. Everyone here knows Sami is mine and they have the sense to stay out my way. You stand no chance of getting an apprenticeship here. Let alone someone like Sami. Let me spell it out. You are a cominer. The rest of us are descended from Royalty. Lords, Ladies and even a Princess...MY Princess." With that she walked off, satisfied that this time she had been heard.

I mumbled. “I hate reading; why do you love reading manga? Doesn’t it bore you? I prefer to watch Barbie. My favourite Barbies are “The Princess and the Pauper, Barbie: A Fairy Secret, Barbie in The Nutcracker, and “Barbie And The Twelve Princesses." She beamed and sang. "You are just like me. I'm just like you. There's somewhere else we'd rather be..." I rolled my eyes. “Enough! I’ve heard enough of your Barbie titles and songs.”

Looking up at him with those big innocent eyes. "Really. Anything for my princess." "Okay!" Madonna's tears stopped instantly. Like turning off a faucet. She grinned, reached into her pocket and pulled out her pink watch. "I have it with me the whole time! Found it!" She held it up proudly. Totally not sorry at all for the fake crying. "But there is this new Barbie castle I saw online that I really really want to buy though." Shayla put her face in her hands. Shook her head. This child. This manipulative little child.

She truly couldn't help but compare herself to Clara. “Hey, Poppy. Regarding the princess theme, would just wearing a tiara be enough? Let’s just find some pretty dresses instead. I’m too lazy to go through the hassle of renting a costume,” Clara said, turning her attention to the party scheduled for next week. “No way, Clara! It’s the company party; we have to go all out. Think of it as making memories! Last year’s beach theme was so boring, but this year it’s a luxury theme,” Poppy disagreed.

All hers; my princess. "God, you are a real life princess. I feel like I am meeting with the pink and purple lover girl you always watch on TV in real life—" With a loud chuckle and red, adorable cheeks, she informed me, "—Barbie, daddy! Her name's Barbie!" With a large smile of my own, I continued, "Well, I feel like I am meeting with Barbie right now. It's not even the outfit, my princess, it's you… There is no other star that shines brighter than you, ever. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, always remember that."