Cursed Barbie Novels & Stories

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

'Heyy! look at him ..the one sitting next to Vivian what say girlss? ready for another bet! if I win he will be my eleventh ',giggled ELSA . 'I won't let that happen ..,see I will remove my shrug ..what do you say?'said she. "I already surrender Nancy...if I was a male I would have fallen right dead .',exclaimed Maria in a subdued tone."moreover its rather insane to play with somebody's feelings when you know you are not serious."

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

But I still wanted to know. "He was banished in our world when he was 10. He was brought to the land of mortals hundreds or thousands of years in the future!" "Will he come back?" "He must! Coz someday, the kingdom will be attacked by the enemies and he's the only one who could save it!" "But how can he save the kingdom when everyone was afraid of him?" "His curse must be cured first, barbie doll!" "How? What's the cure?" "From a rare woman. Pure and innocent. From her ~"

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 couples joined the other elites at their reserved areas on the deck, while Ezrah took charge of the girls, an evil smirk appearing in the corner of his lips, making him look even scarier. Barbie clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into the palm of her flesh. Then she recalled something and whispered to her sister. "Are you sure she has a womb? She drank her father's tea and bled before. I'm sure her womb is damaged. She definitely won't give him an heir," she smiled mischievously.

It went like this. I’m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world I have rabies Got it from cammy I have plastic boobs That almost touch my shoes Alex is awesome And got everything natural Chorus Come on Barbie lets go party I ‘m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world Dip myself in make-up To hide up all the pimples You can’t brush my hair Cuz’ it would fall out anywhere I wear weave And I am very ugly. By the end of the song I was laughing very hard. All the cheerleaders were glaring at me and the guys were laughing. Except for Cameron A.K.A Cammy. I pointed to them and laughed again.

What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer. When he was designing the chip system, he used me buying a tie for my son as the test command. The result was that anyone with the chip would develop a deep-seated hatred for me and believe I was a monster who abused my child. In his supplementary command, he had programmed in a detail that the tie was what they made boys wear on Devil's Island. They would force boys to wear it before they used them. Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked.

Watching her leave in high spirits, I felt a weight lift from my heart. The moment she had gifted me the bottle, I'd asked my best friend to pass it along to the neighbors. Their son, Derrick, had XYY syndrome and was notorious for his cruelty—tormenting stray cats and, more recently, attempting to assault a little girl. His mother, equally unreasonable and vicious, had made herself a terror in the neighborhood. Most people avoided them at all costs. When I offered the bottle to them, they were only too happy to accept it. Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water.