Raquelle Barbie Diaries Novels & Stories

I asked politely She nodded, her attention still fixated on her dolls "Is that Barbie doll" "Yes" she whispered, her voice barely audible "I think she's pretty, I love her dress, what is she supposed to be" I carefully asked "A popstar" her eyes now fixated on me as she smiles "That's not a Barbie doll, it's a Bratz doll, she is so clueless" Tina chipped in "No, it's a Barbie doll, Mama and Grandma said so" Tiara retaliated back

“You once pressed Mommy’s keyboard with nugget hands.” “That was research.” Zach took the Barbie box from Issa’s hands and read the back. “Entrepreneur Barbie.” Issa inhaled like she had discovered scripture. “She is a busnees woman.” “Business woman,” I corrected automatically. “Business woman,” Issa repeated, slower. “She has expensive aura.” I looked at the Barbie. Pink blazer. Tiny laptop. Plastic heels. A mini bag that, annoyingly, really did have expensive aura. My daughter had chosen CEO Barbie.

Sitting just a little too close… laughing at something only he would get… maybe brushing past him when he walked by… letting my hair fall in a way that caught his eye… I glanced at Mia, who looked mortified but amused at the same time. “You really think you can do it?” she whispered. I shrugged, feigning innocence. “Maybe. But… I do love a good challenge.” Just then, Jeff walked past my row, glancing down at my notebook. My chest tightened, heart hammering. “Miss Anna,” he said, calm and steady, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. “Yes, Professor?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

The walls were painted in soft pink and lavender, with beautiful hand-painted murals that looked like scenes from fairy tales. But what really made Lucia gasp was the life-sized Barbie mural that covered one entire wall. It wasn't just any Barbie, it was from her favorite movie, "Barbie and the Island Princess," complete with tropical flowers and beautiful island scenery. "Oh my goodness!" Lucia squealed, running to touch the wall. "It's Barbie! It's really her!" "Do you like it, baby girl?" Clarisse asked, though the answer was obvious from Lucia's face. "I love it so much Mummy!" Lucia said dramatically, pressing her hands to her heart in a way that made both her parents laugh.

Looking up, I saw that it was Taylor and a smile tugged my lips. She gave me a kiss on the forehead before taking her seat beside me with her laptop in her hand. “Drop it there!” She said to the maid who came in with her morning coffee. I realized her countenance wasn't happy at the moment. staring at the screen of the laptop, she typed on the keyboard continuously, her brows creasing as she pouted her lips. “What is it, Taylor? You look angry? Did something happen?” She shook her head as she turned to face me.. “It's Raquel, Killian. Paris fashion queen. Have you forgotten she accepted my request to work on a project with her?”

Barbie smiled at me. "He's a handsome guy. A girl can look. Even pregnant ones." "Don't tease me, Barbie," I wailed. "Ivy's already done enough of that." "She teases you about Rainer too?" Barbie asked. I threw my hands up in the air. "Why do you keep bringing up Rainer?" I asked. "Why does it keep bothering you?" Barbie asked. I stomped back to the front steps. "What, are we in junior high school again?" "She teases you about Rainer too?" Barbie asked. I threw my hands up in the air.

Barbie asked me I looked at my untouched pasta "Yes, I told her to" "Are you going to eat your pasta?" She asked me while pointing to my plate I pushed my plate towards her "You are such a pig" She shrugged "I don't care." ~~~ "Here" Rielle placed a piece of cake in front of me "I'm not into sweets" I said pushing it away "I bought that for you" She insisted while pushing the plate in front of me I looked at her sternly "I said, I'm into sweets" She shrugged and gave the piece of cake to Barbie "you can have it" She said while smiling brightly

The BBBarbie, I soon discover stands for a variety of names including BareBreastedBarbie and BareBottomBarbie, depending on the current subject of the blog. My cock is getting stiff as I read Lauren's blog, and think about how she exposed her tits to me last night. The earliest entry is about a year ago, when her and a girlfriend went to the mall wearing very short skirts, without panties, and spent the afternoon riding the various escalators. She writes how wet they got watching all the men adjust the bulges in their pants, as they followed her and her girlfriend around.

“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.”

"I'm quite scared before listening to you. What if you ask me to transfer a billion to your account?" Yolanda let out a little laugh. "Don't worry! It's definitely not that. I might ask that but that's for another day." "Err, right! Let me introduce you to Barbie" Paula said, pointing towards Barbie who stood at a side looking calmly at the two friends. "And Barbie, meet my friend, Yolanda Walker." Barbie nodded at Yolanda with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Yolanda." "You too… Barbie" Yolanda answered too with an awkward smile.