Rothbart Barbie Novels & Stories

“ I sigh, picking up Arabella first and putting her on the counter. The cashier slides her over and scans her wings, Katie Rose goes next, and both girls enjoy the activity so much. I hear whispers about how cute and adorable they are, and how infectious their giggles are. I give the cashier my card, and the girls are both chattering about who gets to go on their indoor swing first. Katie Rose gasps, but I'm too focused on entering my pin to notice what it is that has fascinated them because the bar is pretty low with them, they get excited over corn on a cob. ”Arabella look!“ Arabella echoes Katie's gasp. ”Auntie Thalia!“

That helpless, livid glare. I took a wrist in each hand and lowered her arms to the side. I would have met with more resistance from a Barbie doll. Not that Barbie could have covered her chest in the first place. Taylor and Barbie. Tall, long-legged, big-breasted and beautiful. Cheap, posable, biddable, and physically incapable of covering themselves. They had a lot in common.

“Um, Terzo. It’s me. Robyn.” He chuckled from the other line. “Of course, I know.” “Wait. You know my number?” “Yes. Don’t ask. So why are you calling me, Robyn? This is not a booty call, isn’t it? Does Kolby even know?” I crunched my nose when he mentioned bootie call, but I knew he was also joking. “Disgusting. Did I catch you at a bad time?” “No, Robyn. Can I help you?” “Um. I want you to connect me with the person who found Barbie?”

Bart leaped into the sand arena and strode toward me with his large, clawed hands raised. "Mindy, just cutting your hair wasn't satisfying enough. Now, let's see what kind of filthy body is hiding under that school uniform." I clutched the collar of my uniform with an iron grip, my icy gaze piercing through Bart and straight toward Mr. Rocha on the high platform. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you lay a hand on me today, the consequences will be more than your entire academy can bear." Mr. Rocha scoffed. "More than we can bear? And just who do you think you are? Princess of the Lumin werewolf kingdom?"

“Do Barbie dolls have fathers? I'm sure they do. We've been buying a lot of them and bringing them home, won't their daddy feel sad? Or are they like Rosie who can't see their daddy?” Little Rosie’s question caught Izabelle off guard and she started thinking of answers to give to her but none crossed her mind. As if the heavens knew of her plight, the door of the room pushed open. “Sie Sie, babyyyy,” Ruby’s voice was heard from the entrance of the room and they both raised their heads to stare at her. “Hey, Ruby.” “Aunt Ruby,” the child’s eyes shone as she saw Ruby. Her eyes shone not for the sight of Ruby but for the gifts that she was holding in her hands. There were flowers and some Barbi

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.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

He smiles, showing his white set of teeth and approaching her. But I put myself in front of him, protecting my Tessa from evil. "Not so fast, Mr Whoever-you-are." I blink my eyes, trying to remember his name. "It's Peter Rogue. And you are?" Peter asks, keeping his smile intact. "Barbie doll!" The familiar voice comes from a few metres away. Tristian joins Peter and snakes his right arm over Peter's shoulder. Now it's my turn to run for the hills. "Barbie? Wow! I thought they weren't real. Is it true? Are you seriously made of plastic?" Peter asks in genuine curiosity.

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