Blueface Barbie Age Novels & Stories

Two thousand years old, here we go. "Yehey! Finally, you look like you are forty years old, but you are still damn looking so fudging beautiful, Honey-bee." I cheerfully rejoiced and felt proud of myself. So, this is how she would look if she reached that age. Amazing! And, it's my turn. "Oh, you look like your mother, Blair, but a bit older," Pryce remarked, and I hurried to look at myself in my phone front camera, and we both took a picture.

Zephyra told her, playing along with her dramatic tone. “You two sound like a couple of old women,” Billy Jean said. “You, I can get,” she said nodding to Ellie. “But you? You’re the same age as your baby over there? That’s a few years younger than me and only a couple of years older than your baby.” “Actually, I’m twenty-five,” Zephyra said turning to face her. She grinned at her surprised face. “You think that’s amazing? My mom is almost three thousand years old.” Billy Jean shook her head with a stupefied look on her face.

“I mean, you’re likely not much older than me. I just meant, oh I don’t know, that people generally move uptown with each successive move…” “I’m just kidding, Blair,” I nudge her arm playfully as we’re walking side by side. “But I’m 33, which must be at least 10 years older than you, no?” “Wow, I’m flattered,” she turns and touches my arm lightly but with sincerity, “I turn 27 in a few months, but it’s nice to know I still look like I’m in my early 20’s.” She beams and lets out a hearty laugh. I suddenly realize how refreshing it is to be around someone who laughs all the time. Blair seems like the type of girl who has a personality everyone around her gravitates towards. And her striking na

Nikita threatens. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop. I’m not missing my opportunity to fly in the lap of luxury.” Cordelia sighs in defeat. My smallish group of friends take a yearly girl’s trip with one another and this year we are heading to Bermuda to celebrate my 30th birthday. “Are you ready to be a part of the old lady club?” Cordelia laughs. She’s only 27 and is seriously a walking-talking-breathing Barbie doll with her blonde hair, blue eyes, big and perky tits, and an amazing figure. Bitch.

There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl.

I said, keeping my voice low. The figure looked up, and I found myself staring at a shockingly young girl. She couldn’t have been more than 18, with incredibly pale skin that almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the bar. Dark circles rimmed her large blue eyes, and pin-straight black hair framed her gaunt face. She was dressed in streetwear, various reflective straps catching the light, a white hoodie that looked about four sizes too large, and oversized headphones hanging around her too-thin neck.

Blake falls into a nice conversation with my sister, her smile towards him making me happy. "How old are you Miss. Bailey?" Blake asks her. "Five." She holds up four fingers, giggling when she sees that she forgot one. "Cool, I'm seventeen." He tries to count it on his fingers, causing Bailey to fall into a loud fit of giggles when he fails. "You and Sissy are the same age!" She claps her hands. "Yes, indeed we are." He smiles towards me, his eyes lighting up when I smile back. "Eat your food, Bails." I nod my head to her untouched food.

Then he looked toward his friends’ table. “Grey!” Blue shouted. Grey looked up. “What?” “Sexy boy, look!” Blue teased, pointing at Amber. “Idiot!” Grey shouted back. Blue laughed. “Ah! I knew it—Barbie!” he teased again. He looked at Amber. “Why are you laughing?” “I just find you guys funny,” Amber said. Blue handed him his shirt. “Wear this first.” “Key, you left—” Katleya stopped mid-sentence when she saw Blue.

*five years ago* ~Xavior's POV "I can't wait to watch the new Barbie movie!" my little sister exclaims in the passenger seat. "You're eleven and still watching these childish films?" she fakes being offended by gasping loudly and putting a hand over her chest "How dare you! You're nineteen and you're still willing to watch the movie with me." she smirks as she realize I have no come back.

The lady complain. "A doll? Tssk.. funny" Chantel muttered. "I know right, I'm Barbara by the way. But they call me barbie since my world is pink" She said shaking Chantel briefly. "I'm Chantel McCarthy" Chantel said too. "Nice to meet you. I've seen online quite a few time. You're from New York. I love your styles" Barbie said. "Right, really, it's an honor to hear it from an international model" Chantel smiled.