Oitnb Barbara Novels & Stories

At that moment, Barbara slowly moved her feet, quietly shifting to the side as she tried to maintain a distance from Brady. However, Osborn coldly said, "Miss Barbara, I guess you're the same." Barbara stiffened, standing there while being on the verge of tears. She felt like she was just an innocent bystander who had been pulled into all of this. However, would the president and Osborn listen to her explanation? Barbara was devastated and absolutely regretful.

Alexander’s POV “Sophia’s a lovely girl,” Barbara says, legs crossed and sipping a mocktail on the couch next to me. We’re at our reserved space at Vertigo—a rooftop bar. I turn my head to her, staring into her eyes because I know she has more to say. Barbara is Dimitri’s CFO and oversees the London branch of DMI. Sophia was a regular shopper. “She’s young… a little naive. But definitely not a child.” She completes.

I was almost out of the room before I went back to the table to get the invitation. “Can’t leave this here. I need you more than anything right now,” I mumbled before I closed the door and I went past Sabrina. “You’re in charge while I was gone,” I said to Sabrina before I heard she chuckled behind me. She must think I’m a madman but when it comes to Barbara, I was. Barbara Brown’s POV I was looking at the mirror of my dress. It was not as scandalous as my black dress but it was subtle enough for me to attend a wedding. The lace sleeves were nice as the dress stopped above my knees. It was an orange dress. I looked good in orange.

What if I meet those people again? - I think they will find me wherever I am, Hector. - Barbara, understand that you don't need to save on anything. I want you to go to expensive stores, to buy quality clothes for you and the girl ... Maria Lua. - I will not abuse your hospitality, disqualified. Ben can take it for me if he doesn't want me to go back there. - I... I'll show them the rooms, Barbara. - Nicolette said. - I... Wow, there's so much information in this house, so many things happening in such a short time that I'm having a mental breakdown.

Lewis said. The door swung open aggressively. Standing there was Barbie in her silk pajamas and messy hair framing her annoyed face. The moment she saw Lewis, her face contoured with fierce anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she spat. Lewis pointed at her dramatically. “See? This is exactly the energy I’m talking about.” Then Barbie noticed the officers. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at them. The male officer spoke calmly. “Miss Barbara Bennett?” “Yes?” Barbie answered with a nonchalant attitude.

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.

But in the end, the lure of oblivion proved too strong, and she found herself pushing through the heavy oak doors, her senses immediately assaulted by the familiar scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. As she scanned the room, her gaze was drawn to a figure seated at the far end of the bar, his presence radiating a quiet allure that captivated her. Fueled by the haze of alcohol and her own vulnerability, Barbara felt her inhibitions crumbling, the weight of her grief momentarily forgotten as she made her way across the room, her steps unsteady but determined.

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.

When we got there, Dante showed the card to them, and they opened the door for him. As soon as we got into the club, we were greeted by the neon lights, music, half-naked women, and people drinking. I saw a lady in a blonde wig dressed in a very skimpy dress walking towards us. “That is Barbara Numbers, the lady I close a deal with today. She has been making a move on your fiancé, do with this news what you wish.” When he said this, my brows became wrinkled, and I stared at her with visible disgust on my face, waiting to rip her into shreds at the slightest move.

“Hannah, can you step into my office please?” Called Barb. I sighed and turned around to walk back to her office. She gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as I entered and sat down. Barb was a sweet woman; she had run the orphanage since before I had arrived. My eyes followed her as she took her own seat behind her desk, her glasses swaying on their chain around her neck. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at her appearance. She looked not a day over thirty, but she chose to dress like an elderly librarian from the fifties.