Barbies Family Novels & Stories

"It's already eleven o'clock at night. Are there any guests at this hour?" The mommy immediately spluttered. "Oh, that means if your husband comes you will also be like this, hmm?" Oh no. Jason was caught off guard by her sudden attack. The man immediately showed his horse grin. "Yes, that's family. This is different." "He said Barra wants to be our family. Isn't that right, Barra?" Mrs. Adhisty smiled. "Yes. I'm trying," Barra replied matter-of-factly. There was resentment towards Jason that he was harboring. But what else could she do? She had to show good behavior in front of Serena's mama if she didn't want to be labeled bad, right?

"We will Mom." Barbie turned toward me, and cupped my cheek. The motherly love that she radiated made me miss my own mother. Once everything was safe, I knew Marcus would let me see them. What would we tell them? It wasn't as if they knew about werewolves being human. I didn't care what I needed to say. I just wanted my family back. "Marcus will take care of you," she said, the crow's feet around her eyes deepened when she smiled. "You stay close, and lean on him. He's been incomplete without you."

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

Part 2 The Barack family's mansion stood grandly on a sprawling two-hectare estate, surrounded by gardens designed by a renowned architect. A towering gate engraved with the family crest was guarded by two security officers, while hidden cameras monitored every corner. Inside, marble hallways echoed with the steps of servants diligently ensuring every inch of the house remained impeccable. The Barack family was not just wealthy—they were a symbol of power and prestige in the city. In the expansive dining room, morning light streamed through velvet drapes, illuminating a long dining table set with exquisite porcelain dinnerware. At one end of the table, Mrs. Barbra Barack poured tea while spe

She asked. Barbie’s little sister?“Who the hell is that?” “Chelsea, of course. Barbie has two younger sisters: Skipper and Chelsea. Plus she looked about as real as Barbie,” she said with a snort. “Oh, right. Chelsea.” I entered the onramp for the highway that led to our home and sighed. “I have known her since I was a kid. We practically grew up together, and trust me, she wasn’t such a bitch before.” Melissa scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

Just before I can think of what to do, the door bursts open and I look up to see a tall girl come in, walking majestically with her short pink dress and weird make-up. She looks 20. "Hey", she waves at me excitedly before moving close to peck Grandma on her cheeks. When Grandma sees her, she smiles and embraces her again. "I was just telling Andre about you", Grandma mentions, making the girl look back at me with a big smile on her face. Within a second, a hand is stretched at me. "Hi, I'm Barbie." Barbie? What a weird name! Without hesitation, I grab her hand and introduce myself. "Hi, I am Jas…Xavier's wife."

There were stairs at the corner that led to the bedrooms and a door beside the stairs that led to the kitchen. A woman with brown hair tied in a bun emerged from the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body. "He is. That tiger couldn't leave without bread in his meal." Barbie grinned. "He's just the same as Diel." "Speaking of your brother, where is he?" Her mother took off the apron and put it inside a cupboard. Zabdiel and her mother were alike. Both in their magic type and their olive eyes. "He's with Jared. Those two are inseparable," Barbie went to the kitchen to get something to drink. "What time will Uncle Levi arrive?"

She poured two glasses, and handed me one. “Bottom up, bitch.” She smirked. We clinked our glasses, and downed the entire glass. “So why is Barbie visiting?” She asked, pouring another drink. “She’s attending the ball next week. You know how much mom likes to appear like we’re a functional family.” I laughed taking my refilled glass. “She also brought your dickhead cousin.” “ That motherfacker. I’ll send his ass back to the hospital if he comes near me.” She said angrily, throwing her drink back.

I looked at my lovely sister through tearful eyes. "And I don't care," Barbie said and pulled me into a fierce hug. "I've always told you that if it doesn't make you happy, you should quit. Who cares about the money? Ted and I can help you out; that's what family is for." The hysterical laugh bubbled out again. "We don't have to worry about money ever again," I told her. Barbie snorted. "So, what are you crying for?" I sat down on the steps and sniffled.

he says, I simply nod and get to play with the toys. I found a barbie house, it wasn't the tiny one, it was much bigger, big enough for me to play with easily, I got the two barbie dolls, I called one Cici, and the second one daddy demon, they were playing together in the house, the daddy demon gave Cici all the candy she wants and she ate them all. I kept on playing in the doll house until I got bored, I made Cici spank the daddy demon for being mean to her twice, but then I moved to another game.