Musketeer Barbie Novels & Stories

“I think I can eat this entire buffet.” The words barely leave her mouth before a sharp voice cuts in. Barbie stands a few feet away, tray balanced on one hip, her dyed hair pulled back tight. Her friends hover behind her like an audience waiting for the show. “But be careful,” She continues, eyes sliding down to Misha’s leg. “Otherwise you might break your leg. Oh, my bad. Isn’t it already broken?” She laughs, high and pleased with herself. Something inside me coils, but I keep my face neutral. I watch Misha instead.

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.

‘The moon goddess is punishing you for not acknowledging your mate” The mini Caierre with a spiky horn said, biting his nails and blowing it off. Not this again! “The moon goddess is so generous that she does not result in such petty tricks” the one with a halo argued back, the two miniatures of him resulted in an argument with each side claiming that they were correct. Caierre sighed. ‘What should I do?’ He tried to think but nothing came to him, he dropped to his knees in defeat and bowed his head down at her. “Esmeralda, the young man is mute” Another lady said, walking in with a pack of she-wolves that were dressed identical.

The distance was short—easy to jump. I leapt down and stood before her. She was small and pretty. "Your hair is red. I’ve never seen it before," she said. I found her funny and giggled. "You can touch it if you want." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gently tapped my hair, visibly amazed. "Betas are the warriors of a pack. They fight and protect everyone. They’re strong-willed. Don’t be sad that you’re a beta. You’re pretty, too," I said with a reassuring smile.

But some woman dressed as a slutty Minnie Mouse paused him to ask some kind of question. I shook my head as I focused on the mouse—because really, a slutty Minnie Mouse just seemed—Oh! Mouse! I’d forgotten all about Jacqueline. I glanced toward the bar where Brick was grinning and chatting with a female bartender, and I decided if I was going to go on a rescue mission, now was as good a time as any.

Like I said, we're pretty much joined at the hip. "She's coming later. I just messaged her." Tobes tells us. We grin because we know that he has the hots for Tammy who we nickname Barbie. Yes you've got it. She wears mostly pink, has a chihuahua called Pebbles and very blonde hair. Now she just needs a Ken and she'll be set for life. I feel the warmth of Tate's leg pressed against mine. I don't move and leave my leg right where it is.

if Barbie was short and curvy, of course. I looked good and I was beginning to feel good too "Five minutes, Ali, and then we need to leave!" Emmett called out from behind my door. "Coming!" I put the essential makeup items in a nude clutch, along with my phone, house keys and a small vial of perfume. One final look in the mirror and I was complete. Burney was the first one I saw. His thinning short hair was brushed back and he wore a dark grey suit with a silver bow. A bow!

Now we had a total of seven shooters which could make the game slow down to a crawl. The girl Barbara and her mother , Carol turned out to be very good shooters and the game moved quite fast. The mother was about 12 years older than me, while the girl turned out to be 23 years old and operated a truck farm with Mom and Dad. Barbara could shoot and did beat most of the men on the squad. She was very thin and looked younger than her age. She looked like a boy. Small breasts, no ass, no hips just under 6 foot of boyish looks.

“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.”

he said, voice casual, “I happened to find this lying around, and I don’t really have anyone to give it to.” In his hand was a tiny Barbie still in its packaging, it had blonde hair, a glittery pink dress and a wide smile. Mila’s scowl cracked. Her eyes widened a fraction, curiosity winning over pride. Morgan tilted his head, pretending to examine the toy. “Hmm,” he said. “I guess I could just keep it. But that seems kinda boring.” He looked up at her. “Do you want it?” Mila hesitated then reached out and took it carefully, clutching it to her chest like a secret treasure.