Barbie's Younger Sister Novels & Stories

I would just pretend that nothing happened a while ago and the conversation I had with Maria didn’t occur. I didn’t think that she would be hanging out with my sister after she’d asked me if she could join us at lunch. Not that it was a big deal, the point was, if she would just hang out with my sister, she shouldn’t have asked. Or, if my sister conspired with Maria, that’s when everything would turn around for her. Everyone that would go against me and side with my sister would be my enemies, and as dramatic as it sounded, I would end them, just like what happened to barbie. Well, I didn’t really do something to barbie except the fact that I stole the spotlight from her.

Catherine was also scared to fall in love with him, not knowing if he would end up hurting her, just like her ex, Tristan. Catherine's thoughts were disrupted as she felt someone tugging at her sleeve. Her 6-year-old cousin, Lily, was looking up at her with wide eyes. "Sister Cathy, can I wear my pink Barbie dress to the grand banquet?" she asked, her adorable voice filled with hope. Catherine smiled down at her little cousin. "Of course, you can, Lily. You'll look like a princess yourself, just like Barbie," She replied sweetly, earning a cute smile from Lily.

"Okay, let me rephrase... I am busy. My sister could use another friendly face... to sit on. Can you think of anybody safer and better for her to play naked with? I know you already have somebody else, so adding Nora hardly stretches our relationship that way. I do appreciate your asking, it is sweet." "I guess I don't understand sisters. I heard they fight." "She is my sister! Okay, some sisters are a problem, especially if they are close age-wise. We are ten years apart, so she never stole my Barbie doll. You will not steal her or ruin her except in a good way, raising her expectations, showing her good guys are still loose out there. I have already shown her the bad example. If she knew a

She added laughing as our sister lit up. "Look Kayda, we did our nails." Scarlet added holding up Barbie pink freshly painted nails. I glanced at Sage's own barbie pink matching nails. Despite me being close to Sage in age and even close as a sister it was moments like this that made me realise they were so much alike. "Well we all know Sage here is that best big sister." I said to Scarlet as she keenly nodded and I playfully grabbed Sage into a once armed embrace. It was then an odd new fragrance hit me. I sniffed my sister again.

Hope lives in the same house with the said Tata and has probably saw it on her. “Fuck, really? Barbie pajamas? Are you sure you don’t have the wrong Tata?” She asked with all seriousness, I looked at her puzzled. “Dude? You don’t know what pajamas your sister has?” I asked and she shrugged, yawing as she did. “Please, I really couldn’t care if she had her bath, I just want to sleep and eat.” She mumbled, snuggling closer to me “Ah… you’re so warm and comfy.” She murmured and i rolled my eyes. “Your personal heated, yeah?” I asked and she chuckled.

She was pretty and knew how to charm our parents–and they adored her. Since she was my younger sister, they always said I should act like the older sister and let her have her way in everything. Even during the divorce, both parents only wanted her. In this life, however, she ultimately chose Dad. He finally had a moment to hold his head high in front of Mom. As soon as we got in the car, Mom started criticizing me. "You've been ugly since you were little, and you're not likable at all. Now that we're going to live with Richard, don't you dare embarrass me."

Behind me, I could hear my sister whining and begging for the charm like a spoilt pup. If I had done that I would have been met with disdain and irritation. But I could hear my mother coaxing her without any irritation in her voice. The contrast felt like a mockery of my situation. I noticed my brother there, smiling at my sister who was throwing a tantrum. No one thought it was acting spoilt. "If you don't train hard to be a strong werewolf, you will end up doing jobs like picking rubbish," I heard my mother warn my sister. I froze, realizing they had seen me. I kept my head low, hoping they do not recognize me.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

I sat beside him on the bed. "Really? Tell me about your other roommate or roommates." He laid on his back, crossing one leg over the other. "My sister when we were younger," I laid next to him, laying on my side so I'd be facing him. "She was so mean and annoying." "Sarah's sweet, I can't imagine her as mean, exit when she's angry and gives me the silent treatment, she's certainly very good at that." "So am I." There was a moment of silence, "you tell me about your childhood, what was it like for you?"

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.