Ryan From Barbie Life In The Dreamhouse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And left go take her shower. It was almost seven in the morning. Linda still was in the shower as Ryan came to have a comfortable seat in his enormous living room. The room was big enough to play soccer inside. The place was well decorated with no flowers in his house. He never tended them and every time someone face him flowers, he let them die without giving them water.

Ryan looks at my belly. I didn't know what to say, I just perked up. "Yeah, you can come with us. Our home is large enough to take in one more person" Lyra said with a smile. She looked so much happier. Now I could see the resemblance between them, it was just that they had different colour of hair. ****

She saw an old big book, it looked very ancient with chopped off pages, she chuckled at the looks of the book and was about to keep it when something caught her attention. There was a book inside the Old book, she opened the occupied page and found a Royal blue hard covered little diary with 'My Mine' scripted in golden words on the front cover. Mareili turned the pages and smiled when sje saw that nothing had been written on the diary yet, she turned the last page of the book and squinted her eyes to see a name and contact written in her Mom's handwriting. She didn't recognize the contact but she saw the name... 'Blaser Mateo', she frowned upon seeing it and slammed the book shut only to fi

They asked again as if I might have forgotten something, but I repeated the same answer. Ryan, driven by his stubborn nature, didn’t stop. He began searching anyway, snooping around, touching items, knocking on walls, opening every bottom cabinet. Mom owned a simple house; she never wanted a mansion. She always preferred being equal to her town neighbors and friends even though she was extremely rich. Nothing about the house ever felt secretive.

Twenty-five, fifteen? "You can stay here tonight as it is already very late.” Ryan declares as he peeks outside to look at the sky. But it’s not even that late. Just a quarter past eight. “I’ll get you fresh clothes, as I see you are completely wet. You can sleep here for tonight, I’ll drop you in the morning. Come." He orders and assures me then starts to walk away. I follow him like a lost puppy to a room. The room is huge, more like an apartment with two balconies and doors. There is a mini-fridge in the corner and a king-sized bed in the center. I notice there are pictures of Ryan and others on the wall behind the bed. That's his room!!

Her gaze intensified. “As I already told you a few weeks ago, Paxton, my daughter has an awful taste in men. This is one thing, a dreadful thing, we have in common. But she has more faith in people than me. So, once she’d picked herself up from the ground, she ‘discovered’ Kieran. Your brother took care of her in every way possible. He treated Rina like a queen. He made her laugh when she needed it the most, protected her, and loved her. Can you say the same, Problem Man?” Barbie asked, stressing the last words and giving him the stink eye.

"I'm not going to lie; I read up on your company. Congratulations on your recent windfall. Still, I hope you stick around the East Bay for a while longer." "Me too," Barbie puffed. "Can you imagine our Tasha here in some big empty house? All white marble and modern lighting?" Rainer caught his shoe on the curb. "What's wrong with that?" "It's wrong for my sister," Barbie said. I glared at my sister behind Seth's back.

Ryan wasn’t into the idea of having his spare bedrooms turned into love shacks, so he’d put up a rope at the top of the stairs with a sign that said ‘Upstairs Off Limits. Riley would have totally ignored the sign – obviously – so I stepped over the rope and continued looking. “Riley?” I called out, opening door after closed door. Nobody in the business study. Nobody in the ‘blue room’ – the spare bedroom done all in shades of blue. Nobody in the master suite. I checked the bathroom, but she wasn’t in there worshipping the porcelain goddess. Next up was the ‘knickknack room,’ the spare bedroom with all the things Ryan had bought on tour – some ironic, some beautiful. A velvet Elvis painting,

Ryan sister was as fun as him. It hadn't even been a day since I had met her, yet we had grown pretty close to each other. Between, she was very pretty, maybe not as pretty as Ryan, but definitely pretty. They had similar characteristics. Her hair was brown, her nose straight and shiny like olive oil on a metal surface. Anytime my eyes caught the beautiful, blue color of those eyes, it felt so much like I was staring into Ryan's eyes. Though she was a mother of two pretty girls, her slim and model-like shape was still intact.

Ophelia knew all about the agreement reached between the little girl and her father. Ryan was using a set of pink Barbie dolls that he was going to bring back from abroad as a bargaining chip to ask his daughter to ruin Silvia’s dinner with her friend. Ophelia did not know who Silvia’s friend, was but she could be sure that her friend was a male. Otherwise, Ryan would not do this. The little girl called Silvia and made a fuss. In the end, Ryan’s wish was fulfilled and the little girl also fell asleep after making a fuss.