Cerita Barbie Princess Charm School Novels & Stories

Barbie asked me I looked at my untouched pasta "Yes, I told her to" "Are you going to eat your pasta?" She asked me while pointing to my plate I pushed my plate towards her "You are such a pig" She shrugged "I don't care." ~~~ "Here" Rielle placed a piece of cake in front of me "I'm not into sweets" I said pushing it away "I bought that for you" She insisted while pushing the plate in front of me I looked at her sternly "I said, I'm into sweets" She shrugged and gave the piece of cake to Barbie "you can have it" She said while smiling brightly

The walls were painted in soft pink and lavender, with beautiful hand-painted murals that looked like scenes from fairy tales. But what really made Lucia gasp was the life-sized Barbie mural that covered one entire wall. It wasn't just any Barbie, it was from her favorite movie, "Barbie and the Island Princess," complete with tropical flowers and beautiful island scenery. "Oh my goodness!" Lucia squealed, running to touch the wall. "It's Barbie! It's really her!" "Do you like it, baby girl?" Clarisse asked, though the answer was obvious from Lucia's face. "I love it so much Mummy!" Lucia said dramatically, pressing her hands to her heart in a way that made both her parents laugh.

Everyone continued to wait with curiosity for the drama to unfold. Barbie, however, snorted and continued to taunt Liam, "Now, I've seen it all! You have such good acting skills. It's a shame that you're not an actor! You even made a call. Do you think you can acquire Citron Entertainment with just a phone call like what you did with Christopher Mall? I'd like to see if my agency will make me apologize!"

“Has anyone ever called you barbie assassin? Because they should.” Her compliment radiates within, warming my soul. “No! But that’d be a totally awesome barbie idea. Do you think a letter-writing campaign would work?” “Uh, Charity?” She whispers waving her arm around, bring me back, and reminding me why we are here. “Right, right,” I shake, putting the idea on the back burner. I grab different items from the drawers and stands, placing them on the table in the middle of the room. “Charity, I know you love makeup and all, but how is this going to help me?” She picks up what passes off for a foundation.

Cassie, laden with sarcasm, retorted, "Sure." Changing the subject, Barbie inquired about taking Michael to school. Cassie, multitasking, sought details, "Give me the address of the school. Do I have to dress him in normal clothes?" Barbie promptly provided the school's address and clarified, "He has his uniform in his bag; dress him with that." After a swift exchange of text messages, Cassie affirmed, "Got it." Barbie, ready to embark on her job hunt, hugged Cassie and declared, "Okay, I'm off now. Wish me luck!" Cassie reciprocated, "Luck!" as Barbie exited the room. Cassie attended to Michael and Lila, ensuring they were bathed and fed, and then prepared Michael for school. Driving him th

Why did I even care? I looked out the window as the bus started moving out of the camp premises. Suddenly, my phone beeped from my bag and I reached in to grab it. It was a text from Noah. Hey barbie 👸 I hated when he called me barbie but I couldn't help but smile at the silly princess emoji he added. Hey 🍆👦 I replied and smiled to myself, imagining him throwing his head back in laughter. "You two are really close huh" he said and I looked at him with my lips parted. Was he reading my chat? Nosey much! I chose to let it slide and answer his question instead.

Bernice was always excited for the strangest of things. “It's a ball so you have to get your butt off that couch and go ‘bibi di babidi bo' your way into becoming a princess in the next one hour cause we are going to find your prince charming.” “Prince charming is from Shrek while prince— nevermind,” I said, shoving the small talk aside. “I don't need a Prince charming. I want Xander.” “Well, Xander doesn't want you,” she said without any emotions and the glare I gave her almost made her trip on her heels.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

Monday, everyone was still talking about Prom Night and what a great after-party they had. Pictures of the event were displayed at the school board, some of them will definitely make it to the yearbook. Charlene was unofficially dubbed as the prom princess since they didn't have the traditional ceremony of Prom King and Queen. The school didn't believe in awarding students for being handsome or pretty nor they condone students in a small town like Bluebridge to compete in wearing extravagant outfits in any school events.

We made stories and cracked jokes as we began warming up the night with sodas, waiting for te right time to unleash all the whiskey we had. “ So how is your new school, I hear people who go there are pretty savage and its awesome, ‘’ someone asked Barbra and she beamed. “Come on school, I am new, but I’ve already skipped a class, broken a chair in the staffroom and stole the deputy principal’s diary,’’ she laughed as everyone clapped.