Oitnb Barb Novels & Stories

~O~O~O~ Barbie blocked the maze of an Illinora with her dagger and quickly withdrew. She threw one of her daggers at the enemy and it was struck through it throat before crumpling down on the ground. She looked around to see all of her friends and the members of different tribes engaged in a heated battle against the Illinorae.

She faltered for a moment before edging closer to Montana. "Hm?" Montana's brow creased at her plea. A glance at Howard sent a shiver down his spine. Howard had predicted three things on that call, and two had already come to pass. Was he in over his head? "Mr. Jones, I'm begging you..." Barbie's voice rose in desperation. "Beat it!" Montana snapped, in no mood to deal with her drama. Turning to Howard, he demanded, "Just who are you, anyway?" "Easy now, you're up next," Howard said calmly, then flashed a smile at Yanely. "Manager, could you show me some outfits now?"

Since I was sitting on Virg's bed, opposite to them, I could see them clearly. "You know what? I think Renee's more experienced in things like this." She poked Barb's arm, winked. "We're babies in this, huh? Let Renee go to her. And, I think we should leave the room. Bel might not wanna speak if we're here." "True." Barb stood up without hesitating. Grabbing her jacket from the bed, she snapped her fingers at Virginia. "C’mon hun, let's get ice cream." "Sure." Virginia looked at me, and smiled warmly. "This is on you. Fix her before we return, okay?"

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.

The club was pure energy and it was time to get loose in all of its attraction. "Okay Scar, let's go grab a drink at the bar first." Nina said as she pulled my hand to follow her. My heels clink against the tiled floors as we made our way to the bar. A cute blonde hair bartender was serving. He flashed his perfectly boy band smile and Nina and I couldn't help but laugh. He was too adorable. "Hello ladies. What can I get you?" The cute bartender asked. Nina and I took a seat on the high stool chairs. And order two Sex on the Beach.

I made my way back inside to look for my date, and found her teasing a man old enough to be her father. I slipped my hand around her bare midriff and placed my hand just below her right breast. I leaned to her ear and stuck my tongue in side briefly and quietly said, "Everything came out fine mother. Barb is not a very talkative person, but then again she had her mouth full all the time I was with her."

He got angrier instead. Orville gave Fabian another slap, causing the corner of Fabian's lip to bleed. Orville felt that slap was not enough, so he gave him another kick and yelled, "You idiot! You think I haven't looked into Barbie? She's difficult and arrogant. Her staff pushed the commander-in-chief's daughter to the ground and she was injured! Not only did Barbie not apologize, she even threatened King Pendragon! She urged her fans to cyberbully and doxx them!

“It is a boy named Nate. He works at the deli on the corner.” “That is nice. Really nice.” She throws another glance into Mr. Storm's office. “Well. I better be off.” She says and hurries away. Well. That was weird. She’s usually much more cheerful. I shake my head as I look at the retreating back of Barbra. Then I pick up Mr. Storm's coffee and enter his office.

Cale belonged to Abbie, heart and soul, and Barbara had gracefully stepped into the role of a loyal friend. “When did you get back?” he asked, nodding toward her. “Today. I had to — for my best friend,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at me. For a split second, I wondered if that twinkle was for me or the man standing in front of her. “So, how are you doing? I hope Orrick is making sure you behave.” “Yeah, he is, Barbie,” Orrick said with a grin.

And they alway s look confused, like they aren’t clear on how they ended up in the middle of nowhere Montana. This state could swallow you, if you let it. Barb slides my glass across the smooth, sticky bar in front of me then bustles off to the next customer. She’ll start me a tab. She always does. I sip my gin and tonic slowly, scanning the room with my best “bored but approachable” look. It’s never let me down before, and this time is no different.