Novel & Cerita Barbie Rock'n Royal

< MR JOHNSON'S MANSION ~ Barbie'S ROOM > Barbie was fast asleep in her room , pouting her lip and snoring softly. Her room window creek opened and Kingsley dragged his weak wounded body in. He managed to walk towards her bed and sat on it. He started tapping her and calling her Name. "Barbie wake up, wake up " He said in low voice it was in the middle of the night and he was afraid that someone might hear him. "I don't want your cookies!! " Barbie half yelled in her sleep and swing her hand across Kingsley's face leaving him stunned. Is this girl crazy ?! Who is offering her cookies?!! And damnit she just slapped his face that was already hurting badly.

"Mom??" Tyson called out softly. "Not telling" Barbie smiled but no saying anything else but her eyes were shining bright Tyson sometimes thinks her mom is quite childish I don't know whether it's because she grew up as a princess and was very spoiled even though she is now an adult but her spoilt nature comes out once in a while. "Mommy!!" Tyson said cutely as he brushed his mom shoulder smiling brightly like a kid asking for a candy this made Barbie smile happily as she laugh softly her delicate eyes were bright tears threatening to come out ,she was so cute!! Tyson didn't know if he should cry or laugh.

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.”

I shook my head and waved the thought off. As we passed a different aisle my attention became fixated on a beautiful dress. It looked like it was made of pure silk. It was amazing. But of course I couldn't have it I noticed Baron has been waiting for me to finish admiring the dress. I quickly rushed over to him completely embarrassed. After picking a few more items he made his way to the counter and I followed suit. He didn't even flinch at the price of all the items. Which made me wonder again. Who was this man?

I could feel my mother’s stare lingering, heavy even as she continued giving instructions. “Why can’t I go to the Royal Academy like him? I don’t want Zakar’s choice as mine, Mother!” I snapped, pacing toward the bed, fists curling at my sides. “This alliance is needed, especially when you are king soon,” she said, voice tight but firm. “That’s the same thing you said to Zakar, but…” I hissed, teeth gritted, jaw aching, nails digging into my palms. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready,” she whispered, stepping out as the maids rolled the bags behind her. The door clicked shut, her heels and the low rumble of wheels echoing down the stairs until the sound faded in

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

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.

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just