Cursed Barbie Novels & Stories

So when my mother, filled with hope, decided to get pregnant with her third child twenty-five years ago and ended up having me, fate mocked her cruelly. The moment the unmarked nanny touched my body, I cried. My eyes turned red like bleeding rubies. That was when everyone knew. I had become the target of the curse. A vicious curse that turned my entire life into hell. Earlier, I had taken the back entrance, as always, whenever my parents dragged me to different packs in search of the descendant of the Moon Goddess's servant. A desperate attempt to find the cure. However, the moment I stepped into the garden— "Prince Levante, right?"

" I remained unresponsive. I simply awaited the conclusion of her statement. She straightened, as if she had at last discovered ammo or a purpose. "My dear, he is a man who is cursed. No woman can be his partner. You will eventually be thrown out like trash. And when that occurs... Her grin grew as she drifted off. "Well, let's just say you'll regret getting into his bed." I just looked at her for a moment before I started laughing. "That once more?" Shaking my head, I said. "You should really quit talking to yourself in these tiny ways, sweetie. You seem to be beginning to believe them.

"Zeph, bad news, I will have to leave your side. I know how terrible that must be." "Just because I am not familiar with this place doesn't make me a dunce," I replied. "If I come back and find the place on fire, I will blame you." I waved him off. "You give me too much credit." As soon as he left, I exhaled and sat on the chair, turning back to the bar. What kind of drink should I get? "Hey, I love your dress!" I turned to see a woman with short black hair and kind hazel eyes, and she sat beside me.

If I had insisted on staying with Heidi instead of giving in, if I had not trusted Ethan so easily, Heidi would not have. I covered my face as I cried; the pain was too much. Regret and self-blame nagged at me, and it was suffocating. A soft thud broke the silence as something slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I looked down to see Heidi's favorite doll lying there, its hollow eyes staring up at me, silently accusing the cruelty of fate. My hands trembled as I picked up the doll, clutching it tightly. It was as if holding it close could somehow let me feel the warmth Heidi had left behind.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I knew the ultimate truth and that was enough to make me keep my mouth shut, mind my own damn business and continue with the affairs of the day. “Ready?” An ice-cold hand landed on my naked shoulder, sending a slicing stab straight to my barely clothed hoochie and almost opening the sphincter muscles. “Was born ready,” I said pushing back my seat and tearing off my vanity, and then stood face-to-face with Barbie who was dressed in red lingerie. Barbie was one of the three most hated girls at Club 69. Not by the clients of course, but by our fellow colleagues. And that quickly morphed us together and made us besties at work.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

Alaric was busy studying some reports when he sensed someone standing at the door. His face contorted with irritation on seeing Ruby. “What do you want?” He asked in a slightly irritated voice. “Nothing, I just came to congratulate you…” Ruby said walking and sitting opposite him. Alaric’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He tried to recall if there was anything that she should be congratulating him for. When Alaric didn’t reply, Ruby continued, “You found a way to counter that Witch’s curse, right…”

Ethan muttered as he looked at a photo of William's future partner in the film he was going to star. That girl really looked simple and innocent. Most surprising of all, this will be the girl's first film. Will the director not regret including her in this big project? Moreover, be a lover from an actor like William Redorge? *** To be continued... Welcome to my first warewolf genre story. Hope you all will like this story

Ambrose took Larissa's hand and carefully helped her wipe them clean. "Thanks, Mister!" Larissa shot Ambrose a sweet smile before turning toward Barbara, who was in distress. "What else could it be?" Larissa smiled innocently and said, "It's the cursed worm you fed to Birdie." "No … No! Have you lost your mind? How dare you make me eat the cursed worm!" Barbara exclaimed as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her face turned ghostly pale and she clutched her neck tightly, trying to get the worm out.