Musketeer Barbie Novels & Stories

Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to go in as the Black Widow and free herself and Knight from her Uncle’s terrifying grasps, but she wasn’t up for that task. Not yet anyway. Barbie pulled out a crisp uniform from the very compartment she had taken her wig out of, a deep sigh of relief escaping her lips when she checked the tag and found 2XL written boldly in black. Her entire plan had been banking on the fact that she not make any mistakes, despite the state she was in. She was glad to see that she hadn’t made any yet. When she changed into the clothes and her gaze caught her reflection for the last time, a bitter pang slapped hard against her chest. The girl in the ruined mauve dress w

Life imitating art for sure. A large statue of the Cheshire cat had a dart board on his chest, but Amber’s favorite thing in the bar, was the way the cocktail waitresses and bartender were dressed. The girls wore versions of Alice’s costumes with lower bust lines and shorter hemlines which didn’t even cover their ass cheeks properly. The bartender was dressed in an old-fashioned suit which included a red velvet waistcoat, a golden watch attached to his lapel, and a top hat with bunny ears on the brim. The White Rabbit, though he didn’t look cute and fuzzy. More like demented Easter Bunny you didn’t want to fuck with. This bar was no fairytale, but rather a twisted, fucked up retelling.

She couldn’t take her eyes away. Baron Fabian Deschamps wore a blue surcoat over a gray shirt. She could see his leather boots as they rested on the stirrup, of high quality and so finely crafted. His surcoat was simply cut, but expert hands obviously sewed it. Sewing, embroidery and weaving were activities Adalene most enjoyed with her mother, and on the few occasions she would meet those of the aristocracy when they deigned venture out to visit the village on very few occasions, all she could notice were the expensive clothes and how beautifully they fit their owners. She attributed this more to the seamstress’ craftsmanship than to any other, and she had wished she could gain the same ski

she lied, wondering if Miriam could detect her fast-beating heart. “He will take care of you and be faithful. Did you know King Hubert has asked me to stay on? I love you so much, little one. Our chat the other day was long overdue.” “Don’t, Mama, my head will swell,” she protested with a smile. “Oh no, you’re not getting out of wearing the barbette. Not today, at any rate.” “I wish things were different,” she murmured, fingering the fine cloth of her wedding gown.

*** “This is Spongebob. He is Barbie’s boyfriend.” “Why Spongebob? Hulk is a lot better. He is strong, and he’s a superhero.” “He’s ugly! And he can’t even talk. Hulk only smashes.” “Then Barbie is not a nice person. She doesn’t like Hulk just because he’s ugly?” “She isn’t mean. You are mean! MOM!!” “Mica, you chose Barbie, let Manu choose the toy he wants to use.” The two women were watching this exchange through the large glass doors that connected the garden to the living room.

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