Cinderella Barbie Doll Novels & Stories

But the most ridiculous thing of all was, my two best friends spent a good portion of time dressing me! "Please, don't tell me to look at myself when you're done," I said while Cammie was applying some eyeliners and lip gloss on my face. "You have to be a Cinderella tonight," Cammie told me. "Well, then you both can be my stepsisters." "Viv, today is your birthday, don't spoil the mood," Alyssa scolded me. How could I keep the mood up when they were dressing me like a Barbie doll? And not to mention those butterfly hair ribbons and silver hair clips with matching bracelets. They also made me wearing a sparkling iridescent black skirt, a top with mid-phased silver moon appliquéd on the front,

By the description Nina gave her, the middle aged lady sitting right opposite her on the table is the Baron’s late mothers sister, His aunt. Her face didn’t show it, but her eyes definitely showed how displeased she is of her and that goes for everyone else on the table but no one dared to express their displeasure. According to what Nina told her, the Baron was to select a wife from the 12 tribes of Westland but he broke the long standing tradition by going ahead to marry a girl that is a complete stranger, a foreigner that knew nothing about their ways of life and to crown it all a mere human.

Just like every other day, Esmeralda descended the stairs slowly, hugging the Barbie doll Annabelle had gotten her on her fifth birthday. Staring at the doll now, Jade couldn't help but wonder if she practiced Halloween with it, owing to the plucked out eyes and torn ears. The doll looked more like the fairytale evil step mother, gaping stiffly with empty sockets and twisted nose, but her doll was the least of Jade's problems. "Good evening, ma'am." Esmeralda's nanny greeted, emerging from the room upstairs, Jade wondered if she had been so lost that she hadn't noticed her behind Esmeralda all along.

Mrs Campden asked, looking at the trunk full of toys, clothes ordered from Mrs Campden's new unreleased collections as well as limited editions which cost a fortune though were for kids, heels and sneakers, and a lot more toys. “A whole lot is still missing. If you were meeting your grandchildren for the first time whom you know hate you, wouldn't you do more?” Mrs Anderson retorted, watching as the driver carefully carried the last gift, which is a huge, colorful, pink barbie doll house customized specially for Eleanour.

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.

“He’ll probably be back soon.” Piper raised an eyebrow, clearly reading between the lines. “Things seem... better between you two?” she asked while eyeing me meaningfully. I knew what she meant with those eyes of hers so I blushed and freaked out. I opened my mouth to respond and explain, but before I could say anything, Vera came bounding over, clutching her new doll. Her eyes were bright with excitement. “Mom, Aunt Piper got me a French Barbie! Look at her dress, it’s so pretty!” Vera twirled the doll around in her hands, showing off every detail.

The four of them are a sweetheart" and so on. More kids were arriving all the time, in luxury cars and on foot. -Here comes Hillary," announced Barbie, pointing with her chin to a red sports car, in which a red- haired girl was getting out. Her clothes and attitude told me that she was the one who looked like a big shot. She wore white pants that clung to her legs, a short pink shirt, a teddy jacket and high heels. Her red hair was in a high ponytail. She was joined by two more girls. One wore a flounced dress in blue and the other a skirt in green.

My stepsisters stopped fighting and turned their attention to me. “She’s really the laziest maid in this house. She can never get anything done!” Cindy said with a scoff. Mindy fell into the couch nearby, clutching the invitation that she had finally managed to wrest out of her sister’s hand. “Cindy, what are we going to wear to this ball?” Lizzy picked up her teacup, taking a short sip. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ve already sent word to your stylists. You’ll look your absolute best for this ball.”

Barbie, maintaining her stance, reassured her friend, "Don't stress, Cassie. I'll find a job, promise." "Alright, gotta run," Cassie declared, and Barbie shot her a questioning look. "My job starts now," Cassie added. "Now? At this hour?" Barbie queried, struggling to grasp the timing. "Yeah, it's just 8 pm," Cassie responded, wearing a reassuring smile as she headed toward her room for a quick change. Barbie raised an eyebrow, remarking, "Only 8 pm?" in a somewhat dismissive tone. A few minutes passed, and Cassie descended the stairs, adorned in a short black gown paired with elegant heels. Barbie, somewhat unimpressed, had half-expected a more revealing ensemble. "Is this your outfit for s

~CINDY’S POV~ I swear the word “Peony” left my lips before my brain even clocked it. But damn, it’s not a bad idea at all. My brain is literally telling me to play invisible, then tomorrow stroll in as Cindy “Barbie’s nightmare” Virelli and watch Nancy’s plastic face crack like cheap porcelain. I can already see her sinking through the glass floor. Payback for prom night, when this same silicone Barbie slashed the back of my gown so I’d spend the night holding it together while she twirled in the spotlight.