Cursed Barbies Novels & Stories

"You both did very good. Are her things here?" Barbie answered. "Yes Greg, everything we both own is here in Charlottes old room." "Did you take pictures of your dorm so I can see how it was laid out?" "Yes sir." She pulled her phone out of her hip pocket and showed me a series of pictures of a room with two twin bed's, two dressers and two desks. I smiled at her "That's a good girl, Barbie." She instantly screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. I pulled Charlotte into my arms while Barbie convulsed on the floor. "Are you looking forward to tonight?"

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

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.

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.

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

if that meant eating a disgusting black pussy, so be it. "Come plug her asshole, Carter," Barbie ordered, as quickly got out of her strap-on harness and sat on the couch spreading her legs. Karen mindlessly moved between Barbie's legs and looked at the hairy pussy. "Get eating Kaaaaaaaren," Barbie ordered, as she grabbed the white bitch's head and roughly pulled it into her hairy bush.

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

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

Alvaro nodded, encouraging Arga so that he would answer Aryadi's question. “I'm sorry, Mr. Yadi,” whispered Arga half scared. “The, the Cursed took Barbara… kidnapped her. I couldn't do anything.” “No.” Aryadi shook his head in disbelief. He turned to look at Mr. Alvaro. “Tell me that this kid is just kidding, Al.” Arga may often be nosy and lie just for entertainment, but the kid cannot possibly fake wolf hair on his face and arms. Wolf-shifters can't change themselves by half like that.