Blueface Barbie Age Novels & Stories

“Quiet, even when your mind is screaming with things you won’t say out loud.” She wasn’t wrong. She had been living in the human world for years, building a beauty empire that became globally recognized. Her luminous skin alone was a free advertisement for her brand. “How old is she now?” I finally asked. Bee’s smile softened. “Seven. But she behaves like she’s fifteen. Too smart for her own good.” Her chest lifted with pride. “She’s the reason I came back. She doesn’t know who she is, not truly. And before she turns eighteen and begins her shift, I want her prepared.”

She smiles at me, then take another bite of her burger, and I stare at her, she has this young glow around her, and I feel old. "How old are you, Blu?" I ask, not caring if it's appropiate or not. "I am twenty seven." She says, and my eyes widen in shock "No way." I gasp, then look at her again "Yes, I am." She laughs at my expression "You look young, I though maybe something along the lines of twenty five or younger, definitely not twenty seven." I say She shrugs with a smile "Can I guess your age?" I nod, humouring her "Try."

Along with it was a gift box tied with a shimmering ribbon. "Barbie?" Britney raised an eyebrow, feigning exasperation. "I'm twenty-one, not six. But…thank you, I guess," she added with a playful grin. Ethan shrugged, smiling at her. "I thought all women loved Barbie forever, no matter their age." Britney chuckled, shaking her head. "Some of us stop with the dolls around twelve," she laughed. "But, it's a beautiful cake."

She seemed like a happy girl,and i could see my younger years in her. "So, how old are you?" She asked, and I could sense this was the beginning of an array of questions. "Twenty five." I replied getting bored of the question and answer so soon. "Cool, I'm seventeen but I turn eighteen in a few weeks." I gave her a small smile but it was probably unnoticable in the darkness of the night sky. "Favourite colour?" " Sky Blue." "Like the ocean or like The Smurfs?" "Sure the ocean, why not." I responded quietly not really answering her question, from the corner of my eyes I could feel her looking at me. Probably annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm.

"Mommy, Jay took Barbie!" Putting the flour aside, I turn around and sighed when I saw Cobie, my 8 years old daughter, bawling her eyes out. "That's not true!" Jay, my 8 years old son and Cobie's older twin brother, ran beside her. Waving a very familliar small plastic figure on his hand, "Mommy, she's lying!" "No! I'm not!" She pouted, before angrily pointing at her doll, "SEE?! MOMMY, HELP ME!"

Hannah says with an attitude. “Betsy is her dermatologist back in New York, also known as Hannah's best friend from her squad. She also did Hannah’s hair a few days ago, that’s why she’s blonde now.”I say. Jack looks at me, chokes on his coffee and starts laughing. “So, Hannah, you’re Malibu Barbie now, aren’t you?” “Why does everyone keep saying shit? I’m not Barbie nor a princess. Carol said you changed, I can tell you're still an asshole, that hasn’t changed, has it?”

Dana faces her with a smile on her face "Actually he's in college, and I would have just loved to take him to the party with me but he's got, college things to do" The fudge is wrong with this female? "You can't even lie" I say, shaking my head Immediately, like a bee had stung her as she looked worse than white as she says with a glare "Okay, this shit you pulling has to stop, you can't possibly act like you're better than me when we all know you're the fakest barbie alive!" The whole hall quietens again while I stare at her calmly, like she's crazy as I was supposed to be "You seem to have happily taken that title from me. How does it feel being plastic Dana?"

I said not holding it back, she started it, I could hear my friends laughing and reacting to my comeback. She narrowed her eyes and walked closer to me, she crossed her arms to her chest, glaring at me, "what did you just say?" she asked I gulped but, didn't flinch, "you heard me, not everyone are into dolls" I said my words scanning her look, she was wearing A pink coat, pink gloves, and her blond hair was hurting my eyes, how more proves should you get to confirm Barbie's obsession more than her look?

I took a deep breath and walked to the elevator. - Hey, Anon? – I asked, already far from him. - No, Mrs Bongiove. - Do you run the risk of Dark Barbie being with him? - Isn't Dark Barbie the Witch's Apprentice? - Dark Barbie is the peroxide dancer with fake hair. - The Dark Barbie would be the blonde of the middle dick? - Yes yes. He thought for a moment before replying: - I don't know, Mrs Bongiove. I have no idea where Miss Cindy might be.

And she is coming down the stairs. I can't help but stand here, completely stunned, as I gaze at Aayu. She comes in front of me and I am speechless. She's standing before me, radiating an ethereal beauty that leaves me breathless. Her fluffy ponytail, slightly askew with a hint of a finch, adds a playful touch to her Disney princess look. The cyan Barbie gown she's wearing is a crop top, revealing her fair complexion and giving a glimpse of her slightly visible collarbone. Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine.