Barbie You're Just Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

How rude! "What are you thinking, Barbie doll? We don't have all day. The next bi weekly is just a few days away. You don't want to lose, do you?" He challenges me and I snort like a bull, pushing the ground with my feet to hit the target with my imaginary horns. " Now attack me."

I chuckled at the errant thought. Speaking of daughters, I find my eyes drawn to the gorgeous Barbie princess sitting comfortably on Jeff's shoulders and sucking on a lollipop like that was the most interesting thing happening. She is so small and sweet, not older than two years. I find myself waving at her to get her attention. "hey, princess! I love your Barbie dress." I commented smiling at her. She smiled back at me before pulling her lollipop from her mouth. "Thank you. My Daddy got it for me," she said proudly like the true daddy's girl that she is.

Well, except it's still twenty eight cos I haven't grown molars yet. I have been smiling since I entered the gate of the school, scratch that, since my flight arrived in Los Angeles. I carried my bag and turned back to look for my dorm so i can settle in when I bumped into a very pretty and richly dressed girl. If Barbie was a person, she would be Barbie Pro Max. Infact, comparing her to Barbie is an understatement because she is more beautiful than Barbie but Barbie's beauty came to my head because the girl is dressed like Barbie, with her blonde hair and pink dress.

but my sister would ask Jas Something and they'd talk. Jas brushed my knee with hers and I looked at her. "You okay?" I smiled, "just looking at you guys..." "Thank you for letting me join you and your sister, she's really sweet." "I think she see Justin Bieber in you.." I said and we both laughed as Jas put her hand over my shoulder, "Barbie.. do you see a Justin Bieber in me?" My sister shook her head, "You're a girl, Justin is a boy..." "Good point.. so what happens what should I do to your sister for not telling the truth..?"

Just like her mother. Just like me.

A Barbie in a gold dress, curly hair, tiny shoes, and something I personally believed plastic had no moral business owning: a glitter clutch. “She’s just one,” she said. “You already have one.” “This one is for her social life.” “Get it,” Zach cut in. I already had my mouth open. I looked at Zach, who was looking at Issa. Damn it, he was really seeing her. Maybe, he was seeing a tiny female version of himself: the exact same face with different eyes and the same expression, as if the world were a boardroom table and she already owned half the shares. The corner of Zach’s mouth moved.

Chelsea tells me. "Barbie, you think I'm a ghost" I feel sad all of a sudden. "Barbie? Me?" She points at herself asking me if I was talking to her. And I nod my head smiling like a fool. And everybody smiles at that. "Why? you don't like that?" I pout looking like a sad puppy. "of course I like that, You can call me whatever you want" She smiles forcefully but it makes me happy and I go and hold her hand with her swinging it happily.

Barbie's face was full of smiles and joy, her hands were on my chest rubbing every inch of my bust. . Barbie ➡ God! That was fun! Nobody has ever fucked me like you did! . Johnson ➡ Hmmm, same here. . Barbie ➡ Sorry for not trusting you, it seems like you're the only person who cares about me. . Johnson ➡ Just doing my job!..... So what's next? . Barbie ➡ Well, first I want you to be my assistant! I want you by my side, and together we'll rock this damn world.