Barbies Family Novels & Stories

Vivian smiled cutely and replied, "Okay, Dad." Barbara, on the side, squeaked with joy inwardly. Everything she desired was slowly materializing. Once her daughter assumed control of XY Company and ascended to the role of the Madam in the Mandez family, they would both become so influential that… they’d be controlling everything. After a night filled with family celebrations, darkness descended. Arnold Thompson headed upstairs to retire for the night, leaving Vivian and her mother downstairs. "Did you see that wench today?" Once her husband was out of earshot, Barbara grimaced.

Sometimes, she wouldn’t let me hold the baby, giving me excuses I couldn’t refute. Something was off about her, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. I went back to work after a short maternity leave while Keith and Whitney became the main child caretakers. One day, I enjoyed a nice day off at home when I came across the baby’s health records that Whitney had left out on the table. With nothing better to do, I took a look. There it was, in black and white. The baby’s blood type was AB, an impossibility given that mine was O type and my husband’s A.

"Is that going to be a problem?" I think about it genuinely rather than reaching for the easy answer. "No," I say. "I don't hold family in common against people. I know what it is to have a complicated mother." She looks at me for a moment and something in her face softens slightly. "Good," she says. Then, lighter: "Come, I want you to meet someone."

Annie, meanwhile, had already turned on the tablet and was exploring its features, dinner forgotten. “You know,” Barbara said casually, reaching for her wine glass, “Annie and I were having the most interesting conversation earlier today.” “Oh?” Samuel raised an eyebrow. “Yes, we were discussing family dynamics,” Barbara continued, swirling her wine. “Annie, remember what we talked about? About who you might want as a new mommy someday?” Annie looked up from her tablet, her brow furrowing in concentration. “You mean like a stepmom?” “Exactly,” Barbara nodded encouragingly. “Have you decided yet?”

Little Lilly ran towards Dad, clutching his hand and holding her doll with the other. “Dad, please,” she pleaded. “Baby, I can’t. This is very important,” he said, touching her shoulder. “When I get back, we’ll all go see the new collection of Barbies tomorrow, hm? I promise no more busy time.” He said, and she pouted. Mom quickly walked to them. “Edna, I have to do this,” Dad said. “It’s late already. Tell him you’re not going,” she protested. Dad sighed heavily.

It killed my mother and left me motherless when I was five years old. "Barbie, let's take a vacation. Where do you want to go?" I deflect my internal turmoil by spending more time with Emilie. Yes, with Niko getting busy, I realized that I missed the excitement. "Max baby, we just had a vacation two... three weeks ago? I still have a lot of work to do." She smiled sweetly at me. "But I want to fuck you in the daytime. Now all you do is work. Let's take a couple of days off. The work is not going anywhere, Barbie. I'm calling Derick now." She looked annoyed, but nothing I couldn't fix.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “He wants to become a father,” Barbie said to her, which had her frozen. “You should give him children.” “It’s none of your business.” Her eyes narrowed at her. “I know, but you’ll make him happy.” There was a small smile curved up on Barbie’s lips. “I’m not gonna talk about children with you while you’re being irresponsible.”

Barb asked her son who had just returned home by 7pm “I totally forgot and lost track of time, I am so sorry” William apologized “Well that’s alright cause they will be coming over tomorrow” She added “Why?” “Because they are family and in four years when you are both done with college we can make it official” even on Christmas she had to remind him “No I won’t be marrying her” “Not this again William. She is going to be the woman to bear my grand kids” Barb was so hell bent on pissing him off tonight

“Feel free to stay here for days or weeks, I don’t mind. Lizzle has already told me—she’s my cousin that she can stay with her family. Might be she will spend Christmas there.” She looks kind and I think what she shows me is true. I can’t judge a person in an instant but as how Barbie is telling me things, it seems real. Looks like we're going to be good friends. Barbie invited me into her kitchen so we could have dinner together. Her dad is dead while her mom is living in Thailand, working there as a teacher. He's a singer at the bar, I mean it's not a dirty bar. A decent bar for foreigners. And the fact that she earns three-fourths of my income as a flight attendant in a day, seems like sh

I asked her affectionately. She pouted slightly and spoke again. "Is it true what Johiel said that Dad gave him an ice cream factory? Mom, can you also give me and Caylee a Barbie factory?" Bettina asked, being cute in front of me. "Yes, Mom! We want a Barbie factory so that we can have unlimited Barbie supplies in our dollhouse!" Caylee chimed in, smiling at me. I chuckled softly and kissed their foreheads. "Don't worry, when you grow up, I'll give you a company to manage, okay? You will become a CEO too just like Mommy. You want that, right?"