Barbie's Younger Sister Novels & Stories

Oh Goddess, how would I survive? I watched as her twin sister sang happily while dressing up the Barbie doll. "When can I go to my coloring book?" Arielle asked. "Not yet!" Her sister gruffed. "We're six now Arielle, let's stop coloring books." She added with smiles. Arielle shook her head. "I like coloring." Her sister rolled her eyes. "You're so annoying. You never listen to me, but it's fine. Let's play dress up today and you can go to your coloring book tomorrow."

"Me and you outside. Imagine how fun it would be to adventure under the rain!" Lily did not seem as excited as I expected. She bit her lip and glanced at the locked door. "Ready?" I asked. "Puppet," I added tentatively. She shook her head. "Let's just go back to bed, please." She was visibly shaking. She was such a wimp. My hand almost left my side to connect with her cheek but I clenched it making a fist. Mum had always told me that instead of slapping my baby sister, I should hug her instead. I pulled her to me and hugged her.

“Finally! You’re awake! Do you have any idea how crazy this city’s been while you were out?” I rubbed my aching head and sat up slowly. Not seeing Valerie or Emma anywhere, I asked, “Where are Valerie and Emma? Why aren’t they here?” Tyler let out a short laugh. “Where else? They’re out there raising hell for you. Your daughter might look like a sweet little cupcake, but she’s even more ruthless than her mom. She swore she’d throw every person who hurt you into the ocean as shark food. Right now, she’s probably helping Valerie deal with them.

“Ruby, I’m talking to you! Your husband is so rich. It’s fine if he lends some money to Liam!” Wendy saw that I was not answering her, so she moved to strike me. “Hey, stop fighting! You’re sisters.” My mother pulled Wendy aside and coaxed her. Then, she dragged me into the kitchen. “Ruby, she’s your younger sister. Just throw her a lifejacket, we can’t just let her suffer like that.” I sneered and recalled the night my first child had a high fever in the past. It was raining heavily, and I had walked to the hilltop mansion and begged Wendy to give me some money so I could bring my child to a doctor.

I felt that way now, after seeing Helena with that man. “Grace has always been the helpful one,” my mother interjected smoothly. “Haven’t you, dear?” The old familiar role. Grace the helper. Grace the accommodating one. Grace, who never says no. Sometimes I wondered if my mother even saw me at all, or just the function I served in the family. Before I could respond, the door flew open again, and Hunter’s younger sister Maya burst in with her usual whirlwind energy. “Sorry I’m late!” she called out. “Traffic was insane, and then I couldn’t find my keys, and—” She stopped short when she saw everyone assembled. “Oh good, I’m not that late after all.”

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

"On top of the world. But, well, her nature is getting annoying." I laughed briefly. Jealous of his younger sister who had come with him. She was already a ticking time bomb. Talking all the time, and very extra. I love her, and the passion that is always in her. Envy that she's so free to do whatever even though she's in the same type of family as me. Even now that she has her own brand, apparently her family frees their women to be creative. I've never been jealous of anyone more than her. She was every version of me that I wanted. At my age, which is no longer young, I am even still my parents' puppet ready to be toyed with at any time. I should have been able to achieve a lot by now, alt

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

She unzipped her sparkly bag, pulling out a collection of Barbie dolls before plopping down beside Theia, Leila, Aria, Lyra, and Thalia. Aria and Vega were Jace’s sisters, and even though they both looked up to their big brother, they were a handful. Especially Aria. She was six, bold, and stubborn to the bone. Vega, the five-year-old, was more into sparkles and stories. Jace had been the first puppy born to Mirabelle, then came Aria, then little Vega.