Barbie-q By Sandra Cisneros Novels & Stories

E aqui tenho tudo o que preciso. A perseguição - Então, o que fizeste depois dos teus pais terem desaparecido? – perguntei ao Sander. - Eu fiquei sozinho, subi para o meu quarto, fui me ver de novo ao espelho e, pela segunda vez, vi aquela mulher. Ela era bem diferente, muito alta, também muito magra, e cuidava de um bebé. O estranho é que o bebé se parece muito comigo naquela idade. Ela recebeu da criança uma caixa abriu-a e de lá retirou algumas pedras preciosas e diamantes cor de rosa e um colar. Ela beijava muito o bebé e ele parecia gostar muito dela, tinham muita afeto um pelo outro. Estavam num quarto que se parece com um dos da minha casa, aquele em que dormiam as amas que a mãe cont

"Let us change first then we can go. Can you wait for us, Barbie?" Barbie chuckled and picked up a book from the floor. "Sure thing! Take your time~!" She answered before looking at the title. Hmm? "Identifying Witchcraft"? Barbie scrunched her eyebrows and opened the book. Why does a book that an Illinora only had to be here in this room? Not unless... Barbie looked at the door where Jus and Chloe had gone into.

Ybarra rested her back on her seat, crossed arms while looking intently at her. "What about being my son's wife? Be my daughter-in-law, Sandra De Luna."

However, Barbie, immersed in the on-screen narrative, offered no response to Cassie’s musings. Undeterred, Cassie sought to reclaim Barbie’s attention. “Barbie, did you hear what I said?” she inquired, punctuating her question with a subtle pinch to Barbie’s arm. Barbie, jolted by the unexpected touch, emitted a yelp of pain before turning her gaze toward Cassie.

Her toe curls under the water as the blonde slowly fucks her; her action, though inexperienced, causes the brunette to feel things she has never felt before. Her glistening chest rose and fell under the onslaught of the blonde’s fingers inside her. “More,” she moans, her voice slightly raised. Meilin jumps at the high-pitched tone from the Queen. “Are you okay, Your Highness?” she enquires, casting a look at the Queen. She looks as if tortured, which confuses the blonde. Should she stop? Unintentionally, her thoughts communicate themselves to her fingers, and they go still inside the Queen while she tries to figure out if the Queen is in pain or having constipation.

“Confidence keeps us alive.” “And sarcasm keeps me sane.” “Then we make a good team.” Barbie snorted. “You make a noisy team. But fine, I’ll guide you through the forest. Just don’t expect miracles.” “Barbie,” I said, grinning, “you are the miracle.” She preened, wings fluttering. “I know.”

And beside them, the Barbie box had been opened too. Princess Business, apparently, was a Barbie in a white blazer, pencil skirt, tiny rose-gold laptop, and a little rolling suitcase. Lawyer Barbie was even worse: navy suit, miniature glasses, a structured handbag, and a tiny folder that, if life had any real sense of humor, should have said subpoena on it. Poppy held Lawyer Barbie up in the air. “This is Aunt Hazel.” Sebastian took a small piece of plastic from Poppy’s hand and opened it for her before she accidentally amputated a finger with enthusiasm. The movement was easy. Familiar. Again.

Sandra replied. “Good. Thanks, Sandy.” Sandra smiled again, then went back to her work as if having her battered boss show up on the arm of a devastatingly handsome man the morning after she’d survived a fatal car wreck was nothing unusual. “Rina… Baby…” Barbie rushed over to hug her. “How are you feeling?” her mother asked. “Wait… Why are you here? You should be in bed, resting, taking care of yourself.” Then she turned to Paxton.

I grabbed the group chat and sent a message. It's Barbie's birthday. Surprise party tonight at Monroe's. 9:30 sharp. Pick a color from the rainbow for your clothes. The responses started trickling in. A few girls would be there, no questions asked. A few girls asked if it was Barbie Herrera or Barbie MacDonald. I didn't respond to any other messages; I didn't need to. The plan was already in motion.

Chapter 16: Do you love Shane? The sun threw shade over the Barbie Salon, reflecting its majestic beauty in soft golden tones, bouncing off the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and polished marble. Inside, the faint scent of vanilla and expensive shampoo lingered in the air. Cindy Randall stepped through the glass doors, her heels clicking with authority against the marble floor. It was her first time back in five years, and she made sure to arrive fashionably late. Her designer sunglasses stayed perched on her nose until she reached the private VIP section, where two familiar faces waited.