Bratz Doll Aesthetic Novels & Stories

They do everything for her; they even carry her bag and her phone. Jamie says the reason people call them the Three Bs isn't because their names all start with B, but actually because they’re all "Blonde Brainless Bitches". She's wrong though – Bailey gets good grades and she’s sort of nice, and Beth and Becca aren't really blonde. They only started dying their hair blonde last year after they became obsessed with Fable and Alastaire said in a TV interview that he only dates blondes. Alastaire's elite fans, or “Alastaire’s Angels” as the media calls them, are like an exclusive club, and having the right look is a must. That means blonde, skinny and pretty.

All the wolves fall at her feet too with her 5 ‘8 height and legs for days looking the part of a model. A few minutes after, Zuri comes looking like a wanna-be 90s teenage girl. I swear she wants to dress how our mamas did in the 90s. It’s as if she wants to be transported back in time to that era. However, she wouldn't be able to cope with the slower pace of technology back then.. I mean, Nokia phones with one game are lame. Although, knowing her, she would’ve invented something that would’ve made her a multimillionaire. Only thing non-90’s teen girl about her are the goddess braids she rockin’ that have pieces of gold and blonde mixed in that complement her golden honey complexion. She pul

Don't call me Bella. She was wearing this knitted cropped violet sweater and a really short skirt, it's our uniform, but she trimmed it to be really short. Pathetic, how could the teachers allow that? Her lips were pouty and firm full of lipgloss. I suppose it has a hundred layers of it. Her face is full of foundation and makeup, perfectly fitting her wavy brown hair. She could pass as a Bratz doll. Behind her were two girls whose arms were crossed. They were standing with their weight on one leg and an eyebrow raised at me.

"What's wrong with you, buddy?" Ace raised both eyebrows and shook his head quickly. "Don't you guys realize?!" Everyone in the room just threw confused glances at each other and turned back to Ace with mounting curiosity. Until finally Ace let out a short breath and continued in an annoyed tone, . . . "Brittany just mentioned the girl's features and did you guys realize," he paused. "That girl wants to look like Alicia!"

I let out a laugh when she scrunches up her face, “You’re not wearing that are you?” “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I look down at my clothes. I’m wearing basic skinny jeans and a plain form-fitting shirt. Nothing that would cause me to stand out in a crowd. I look at Britany. She’s wearing a short, black, sleeveless dress and tights. Her chocolate brown hair is in loose waves, and she gave herself a smokey eye. Britany, though very geeky, is fantastic at hair and make-up. She does well at showing off her hazel eyes. You can always see the green and brown specks in them.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Brynn spoke up and her voice was so high-pitched that I thought my eardrums would leave and abandon me. “She’s definitely the one. Remember the cunt I talked about, the one that ruined my makeup.” The Barbie doll frowned at me and the girl on her left clicked her tongue, shaking her head with what I supposed was pity. “She looks worse than I imagined and I literally imagined a hag. What’s up with her eyes and ew, so many freckles… I would I’ve hanged myself if I had that many and I don’t even want to get started on the hair. It literally looks nauseous.”

I turn around and kiss him hard. “I hope I am not under dressed.” I mumble. “Angel you look gorgeous as always.” Brayden states. I opted for a halter-style purple baby doll sundress. I figured that it would be dressy without being too much. Plus it is comfortable and easy to move in. I can tell that my body has already started to change. This dress won’t keep my boobs in too much longer with the rate at which they have decided to grow. With the way Brayden was salivating over them earlier when he first saw me in the dress, I don’t think that he minds that they are bigger. I watch as several cars pull up and multiple large men step out. I shift closer to Brayden since these guys are

“Try that on. Let’s hope you get it over those giant boobs.” “Leave my tits alone! The ladies are a perfect size. Cost a lot of money to get them to look this pretty.” Then Brianna groaned as she stared at the tiny piece of material. “Like I’ll fit in this. You’re like a tiny bad-ass snow fairy…with attitude. Do you shop in the bloody kid’s department?” Lizzy had in the past. It was fun buying the occasional My Little Pony T-shirt covered in pink glitter. Suzie traced Lizzy’s shoulder. “Look at what you’re wearing—you look like a Pakistani fashion model in your waistcoat thingy.”

Large warm hands slide into my hair, thumbs brushing softly across my flushed cheeks. “Did our brat let somebody else touch her?” he asks gently. Somewhere inside, there is a staunch feminist screaming at me. I should hate how much I love that phrase. I lock her away when Ezra focuses all of his attention on my swollen clit. Finally. “Just,” Pant. “Hugged,” Pant. “Me.” Corrian hums thoughtfully. “That does sound like a lesson-worthy offense.” “You’re.. Insane.” I manage to pant the words out.

Eyes slanted, dark, glinting with something unreadable. She looked like something that should come with a warning label. “You look cute,” Bri murmured. Zara glanced down at herself—Snoopy PJ pants, oversized T-shirt from an ex she hadn’t thought about in years, hair tied back in a crooked bun. “Don’t lie. I look a mess.” “You do,” Bri agreed, with that maddening smirk. “But it’s a cute mess. Friendship cute. I suggest we have many sleepovers in the future. I’ll paint your nails. We can talk about boys—if that’s your thing.”