Barbie With Princess Power Novels & Stories

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.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

I decided it would be mutually beneficial to have a well-behaved fiancée, and so I accepted. I still remember that day. Sera was in a scarlet dress, sitting across from me like a rose with thorns. And the day she moved into my house, she turned it upside down. She splattered every room with vibrant paint, turning my house into a wild canvas of colors. Then, while I wasn't looking, she smeared lipstick on my shirt collar, setting me up to look like a fool at the board meeting. While I slept, she painted my nails a bold, cherry red.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“I thought the wedding was two months away!” “The wedding was pushed forward to tomorrow. I thought it was early but what can I say, Peter wants to really have me as his. Why did you call again?” “I need a sum of twenty million in two days. Can you lend me that exact amount? I will pay you back. I promise.” “Come help me pick out dresses, I will talk to Peter to see if he could lend me that money.” _______________ In the boutique’s showroom, Olivia collapsed onto a plush chair, watching Sofia play nearby. Her daughter was immersed in her own world, battling a doll with a plastic dragon.

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

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.

Barbie raised her head to look at who it was , she was immediately stunned to see three guys they were all so handsome but the one she bumped into was the most handsome of them all. "Sorry " She muttered and wanted to walk past him but he held her wrist. "What your name princess ? " Mark asked with a smirk on his face. Barbie frowned , why was he calling her princess , is he a psycho ? she doesn't even knows him and he is calling her princess. "Not your business " Barbie said and walked past him. "Wow looks like it is going to be difficult for you to get miss crazy " Vincent said and Mark scoffed before running towards Barbie who was heading to class.

I pulled away after the brief kiss, and Charlotte clapped her little hands and started giggling, and I thought to myself, "Gosh, my baby is so bubbly today and looked so happy." She said happily, "Because Mommy and Daddy are love love love love....many love!" I laughed softly, and Fabian kissed her daughter and put Charlotte on his lap. "My baby has seen too many fairy tales!" he said. Why did you let her watch a Barbie movie and fairy tale, Nanny Rose? Right now, she knows what a kiss is." "Uh, sir," said the new nanny. "Sorry, she wants to see it, but Barbie Princess and the Little Mermaid is only for kids, which isn't a bad thing."