Raquelle Barbie Diaries Novels & Stories

Looking up at him with those big innocent eyes. "Really. Anything for my princess." "Okay!" Madonna's tears stopped instantly. Like turning off a faucet. She grinned, reached into her pocket and pulled out her pink watch. "I have it with me the whole time! Found it!" She held it up proudly. Totally not sorry at all for the fake crying. "But there is this new Barbie castle I saw online that I really really want to buy though." Shayla put her face in her hands. Shook her head. This child. This manipulative little child.

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

Layla had just put fresh flowers in a white and red vase yesterday. Izabella was knitting in the living room as Saturday morning cartoons played on the TV. Keisha was playing with her Barbie dolls on the floor. Of course, she had the accessories too — Barbie Glam car, the Barbie camper, and the Barbie Malibu House. The doorbell chimed. By the time Layla got to the living room, Izabella had opened the door. “Um, is Layla Miles here?” Bruce asked. “Si, señor. Come in,” she said.

“Poor Tino. Maybe he just wanted to play with your tower.” “Nooo, Papa, he’s a menace. That’s what Mama says. A menace kitty! But I built it again, and this time it’s even better. It has a secret hideout for Rica-dolly!” Rica-dolly was her Barbie doll, which she had named in honor of me. It had been incredibly hard to pretend I wasn’t dying laughing at the name. “Rica-dolly has a hideout now? That sounds fancy. What’s inside?” “Um, snacks! Rica-dolly says she needs snacks for her adventures. I put crackers and a juice box in there, but not cookies ’cause Mama says no crumbs in the living room. But I bet YOU would let me have cookies, right, Papa?”

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.

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.

The lady complain. "A doll? Tssk.. funny" Chantel muttered. "I know right, I'm Barbara by the way. But they call me barbie since my world is pink" She said shaking Chantel briefly. "I'm Chantel McCarthy" Chantel said too. "Nice to meet you. I've seen online quite a few time. You're from New York. I love your styles" Barbie said. "Right, really, it's an honor to hear it from an international model" Chantel smiled.