Harajuku Barbie Novels & Stories

Heiji teased that made her laugh. “Oh my, Heiji…You get charming from day to day. That’s a good sign.” I squinted my eyes at him who returned it with a smirk. “Come on boys, our fans might flock here if we stay any longer.” She pulled Judiel and Heiji’s jacket before locking her arm on mine. The boys followed as I escorted Hera towards one of the VIP rooms. MODERN BAR (Rebecca’s POV) MY BROW RAISED as soon as I saw that charming smile from Ibarra’s lips and even felt annoyed when he turned his bar stool to hug the woman.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I screamed the hell at him, hoping he'd put a stop to his crazy actions at the moment, but he ignored me. He grabbed my first favorite barbie doll, which had a perfectly curled long blonde hair, and dressed in a pink satin gown with tiny crystal studs. She was the same doll that flew all the way to London to buy for me. He grabbed my second doll, one whose auburn hair was braided neatly, dressed in a red gown. He grabbed the third Barbie doll of mine as well, a dark skinned doll wearing a gold-trimmed royal dress with her hair in a sleek bun.

I mean I can't say hot , afterall he is a barbie. "I never thought your love for barbie is that strong that you would like everyone to know." Mitali aunty said. "What are you guys saying? I don't get it." he said being all confused. "Your tee dude. You didn't have to to do this.You should have told us directly instead." Arjun said laughing. He quickly took off his tee to check the back of it. Nitya drew a barbie on the backside of his tee and I wrote on it, "I am a barbie girl, and I love my ass."

I snap my head around, my breath catching in my throat. Barbara steps in. Her brown hair is sticking to the cold sweat on her forehead. And her chest is heaving as if she had just run a marathon. In her right hand, she is clutching Jade's expensive designer leather handbag. “I’m keeping this,” she announces, an utterly twisted grin spreading across her face. “Are you calling Zayn?” Barbara looks down at me, her eyes hollow, her face completely bloodless, her lips trembling so hard. I don’t answer. I wonder what happened in the basement between her and Jade. Barbabra’s gaze pierces me until I speak.

“Let me survive today first. Then I’ll think about peeing on sticks tomorrow.” Just as I was about to reply to one of Sophie’s ridiculous jokes, a loud DING echoed from the elevator. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of high heels clacking like they were trying to declare war with the marble floors. And then she appeared. A Barbie. I swear, if Barbie got possessed by Regina George and thrown into a pink tornado, this would be the result. Platinum blonde hair in bouncy curls, a tiny hot pink dress that looked like it lost a fight with a sewing machine, and heels that made her legs look like they had their own I*******m account.

The air was filled with pulsating beats and the hushed whispers of covert conversations. As we moved, I took a moment to glance at Barra. She was already in the attire of her trade, a daring ensemble that left little to the imagination. Her silver lingerie sparkled under the neon lights, complementing her curled blonde hair and the vibrant makeup that adorned her face. A cute bunny headband perched on her head added an unexpected touch of innocence to the overall daring look. She looked dazzling, captivating the attention of anyone who crossed her path.

I mumbled. “I hate reading; why do you love reading manga? Doesn’t it bore you? I prefer to watch Barbie. My favourite Barbies are “The Princess and the Pauper, Barbie: A Fairy Secret, Barbie in The Nutcracker, and “Barbie And The Twelve Princesses." She beamed and sang. "You are just like me. I'm just like you. There's somewhere else we'd rather be..." I rolled my eyes. “Enough! I’ve heard enough of your Barbie titles and songs.”

They got to the entrance of the office and started walking toward the gate when Barbie rushed to them, spreading her hands in the air to stop them with her gaze fixed on Lucinda. "Hi Lucinda, are you going home already?" she asked "Yes, is there a problem?" Lucinda inquired. "Oh, no, but I was hoping you could join us at the club," she stated. Lucinda wondered what a club was for a second. "Sorry I can’t go with you, but I will join you another day." Lucinda said. "What about tomorrow?" she asked. "Hmm, tomorrow is fine with me." Lucinda replied. Ralph scanned Barbie with his eyes, lifting his lip in disgust at the revealing clothes she was wearing that showed almost all her thigh and boobs.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just