Harajuku Barbie Novels & Stories

"Come on upstairs. You girls come get me if you need anything." "Like more wine!" Jessica yelled. "No," Barbie said. "Like if the pack house is on fire." I laughed, while using the railing as support, Barbie and I made it up the stairs. I kicked the door inward, loving the look of our unmade bed, and falling head first into it. "I can't move," I groaned. Barbie chuckled, and kicked off her shoes. "I'm right there with you. Just think," she said. "When we wake up. The boys will be here with the dragon's head as a victorious trophy."

I said while nodding to the cashier. While Rio was busy choosing other toys, I walked to the doll section. My eyes were drawn to a Barbie doll. The doll's hair resembled Kirana's. Without realizing it, my hand reached for that doll. "Who's it for, Arvan?" Lara's voice startled me from behind. I turned around. "No one. Just looking around." Lara looked at the doll with narrowed eyes. "For Kirana?" I didn't answer, but my face had already given the answer.

Her heart leapt. Is that me? “I look like a Barbie doll!” Rebecca laughed. Jean popped the last dumpling into her mouth, “You look like a walking viagra.” Barbara nodded her head, “Yes….thanks to my magical touch.” “Silverman won’t be able to keep his hands off you,” Jean burped and patted her belly, happy to be full.

The only one who didn’t freeze was the Barbie. She looked at us from over her sunglasses, raising her eyebrows like asking what was wrong with us that we didn’t jump out of the elevator to let her in. I couldn’t help X-raying her. Fake blonde, surgery boobs sort of contained in a top so low cut, it went down almost to her navel, elastic jeans so tight they looked like body-painting and ten-foot high heels. Don’t ask me how my brain works. Already told you it’s a little weird.

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.

“I didn’t realize this kingdom ran on Swiss time.” “Important people always run on time.” She turned back to her Barbies. “Sit down. But don’t step on Lawyer Barbie.” I looked down. A Barbie in white glasses and a pale pink suit was lying near my foot, a tiny purse still clutched in her hand. I arched a brow. “Which one is Lawyer Barbie?” Poppy looked at me like I’d just asked what the sky was. “The mean one.” “Extremely helpful explanation.” “That’s Auntie Hazel Barbie.” She pointed without looking. “And this one,” she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”

Just then, miss Barbra gently knocked on his door. Yes, what's it?" He looked up at her, realizing he'd been smiling alone at himself for only God knows when. "You're having a guest."Miss Barbra reported. Jade raised an eyebrow at her as if he was trying to say, 'Who's it?' "It's one of your sisters from Paris." "Okay, let her in." Jade gave a go ahead. Miss Barbara nodded and called her in. It was Ruby Darlings. She black, leathery miniskirt and an expensive purple, crop top that fitted her so perfectly. Her blonde hair was styled to the side with pins and her heels made her look so much like a Barbie.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

All of them had curling irons, straightening irons, and makeup. “This one is yours,” Kayla told me before pointing toward an empty space. It had pink plastic lingerie with knee-high boots to match. On the clothing, there was a sticky note that read ‘Barbie’ in cursive print. There were even specific directions written on it. They wanted my hair to be tightly curled, and my makeup to be a simple pink lipstick, winged eyeliner, and pink eyeshadow. “Be ready in thirty, Barbie.” She winked. Once Kayla exited, my eyes wandered to one of the girls. She was dressed as a leopard. Her nipples were covered by a piece of tape, and her panties were a simple thong with a tail hanging from it. She must ha

~Melissa~ The bar was dimly lit, the wall was made with exposed brick and beautiful bulbs casting warm light across the polished wood. Jazz music played low in the background…giving the place an ethereal feel. I spotted Aria immediately. She sat at the bar in a dress that could only be described as a statement. Her metallic gold dress caught every flicker of light, with a plunging neckline and a slit up her thigh that was borderline illegal. Her purple hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over one bare shoulder. With her red lips and Smokey eyes. She looked like she’d just stepped off a runway.