Blueface Barbie Age Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

After all I have had enough surprises for the past few days or two weeks if I might be skeptical enough. I turn around to see who the voice belongs to, and standing just a few feet away from me is a young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen I guess and boy does she gives it away that her favorite colour is blue. She is dressed in a blue gown, her hair is a mass of flaming blue and even her irises, christ.. "That's a lot of blue there girl" I cannot help but comment She grins and shrug. "Well, my name is Blue, Princess and I would be your handmaiden as from this day"

Why? Barbie nudged my side "hey! It's your turn" she whispered I stood up and cleared my throat "Glaiza Burrows, 18 years old." I was about to sit down when Ms. Last asked "Tell us about yourself Ms. Burrows." Ms. Last demanded I roamed my sight around the room, I saw Rielle waiting for my answer. Don't act like you're interested Jones! I sighed and stood up properly "Well... What can I say? Yeah, I'm the Ice queen here, everyone knows that" I said coldly Ms. Last nodded "Okay, You can take your seat now." "Thanks Ms."

I prefer the color red. As I reached the center, there was a big cake with Barbie on top, wearing a princess gown. It was a five-layer cake, and on the first, second, third, and fourth layers, there were little fairies resembling Barbie, each holding different colors of flowers. It turns out the cake was also pink. "Who are you?" A sharp voice broke the silence of the grand hallway. I didn't like her voice. I slowly turned to face her. "Who are you?" I returned the question. I think we're the same age, although I'm taller than her. Our hair is the same length and color, long brown hair. We inherited it from Daddy since he's half German and half Filipino.

The night was young, and the bar was packed with people celebrating the birthday of one of the most popular models in the city. Becca, a stunning 22-year-old Latina with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes, was the center of attention. She had been thriving in her modeling career, her exotic looks and perfect body making her a favorite for lingerie and bikini shoots. But despite her success, Becca had a secret. A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about.

Sandra said, looking at me. “Shut up, Barbie.” I said. Her eyes grew wider as her anger was getting the better of her. I knew that it was funny that I was calling her Barbie since I had really long blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty big boobs with a flat stomach. But she was the one that actually looked plastic. “Alright. That’s enough. I’ve had it. If none of you can get along, then stay away from each other.” Dad ordered. And I was fine with that.

But that won't stop me from loving this amazing woman whom I love so much. I carried her to the door, the door where we can travel back. Travel back to father, the year where hybrids and immortals were fighting. When we reached the door, I wake her up. "Barbara, we will travel through time. There will be changes in the places we will go... Are you ready? You will feel pain as we travel through time... Before we continue may I know your age?" She peck my lips first before she agreed on everything, she smiled at me and replied, "I am twenty three years old now."

When she stepped out of the dressing room, she visibly saw the girls’ eyes widen in surprise. “I look good, don’t I?” She smirked proudly. “You really do, Barbie, and it’s the truth,” Andrea said honestly. “You know, I’m really liking the new Barbie… unapologetically bold and not afraid to go for what she wants. I stan!” “Yes.” Belize agreed, “I wish Mariana was here to see it.” Eh, unfortunately, that was not going to be possible. “Yeah, I tried her line, but I couldn’t reach her, maybe she’s busy with work,” Barbara lied through her teeth.

I leaned down to her coming to her face level, "Ask Blair, I might surprise you and give you what you ask for." "Will you look older you haven't changed since I first came with you." She was blushing hair soap running down her breast. She wasn't wrong in that we looked more similar in an age now with how long it had been. "How much older than you do you want me to look?" The blush on her face went even brighter in color and spread over more of her body the golden ruins shimmering. "I'd like you in your forties." I gave a nod and stood closing my eyes

I just stare wide eyed at the enigma who is the Gamma of Silver Run. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re like assassin barbie?” I ask, my question sparking an excitement in her bright blue eyes. “No!” she squeals, “but my new life goal is getting Barbie to create one…do you think a letter-writing campaign would work?” “Uh, Charity…”I say, my arm waving to remind her where we are and what we should be doing.