Venti X Barbara Novels & Stories

The doctor’s face paled, but Barbie didn’t even notice. “I chopped off his dick… used it to make Mariana’s favorite salad, poisoned it… because, in her words, I didn’t have the guts to kill her like I did Peter… and now, here we are, with you asking me questions, and me on the run.” She finished counting proudly, feeling that same adrenaline coursing through her. Dr. Amanda’s hands shook violently. “Barbara, I—I think we should pause—” But Barbie didn’t hear a word.

Together, side by side, they looked as though they were only resting. Gripping the handles of the cart, I pulled. My sobs came quietly at first, slipping between gasps for breath, until I could no longer tell if the wetness on my face was from sweat or tears. All around me, the air was filled with sadness, broken crying people searching for their loved ones. Then Perrone appeared, stepping into my path. “Stay away,” I warned, “or I will really kill you this time.” He said nothing and reached for the cart without asking, he pulled it from my hands and I let him. Though he was older, he moved it as if it weighs nothing.

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.

My hands were shaking so bad I could barely keep a grip on my laptop bag. I was really relieved that Dante had taken my side against Barbara in that meeting back there. He didn't let her bully me, and he didn't let her throw my hard work in the trash just to satisfy a petty grudge that I have no idea why she's holding. But that relief I was feeling was instantly swallowed up by the memory of the angry, vengeful look Barbara gave me before leaving the room. Her eyes had been full of hatred, promises of destruction burning behind her mascara clad eyes.

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.

Barbara said, slamming a hundred dollar note on the table. I expected a powerful player tonight, but not a desperate one. Dante wasn’t interested in anyway, but she wouldn’t give up. “What do you want, Barbara?” I asked, and she chuckled. “You know I like girls like you, Elowen Amato.” My lashes fluttered as she mentioned my full name. For a moment I fought to gain composure, then I faced her with s straight look on my face.

She had promised not to give up Barbara at all costs, not after her husband's death. “I'm sorry, Eli,” she whispered to herself. The woman's breath suddenly faltered several times, and then just stopped. Her eyes were open pitifully; the last drop of tears fell on her cheeks. Aryadi's body that was behind the dead vampire woman suddenly moved. When Barbara choked him with cold air, he fell unconscious and Barbara flung his body so that he hit the floor. However, Linda, who was fortunate enough to endure Barbara's invisible giggle, actually angered the girl who was supposed to be her adopted daughter.

"Are you feeling better today? " Ma'am Benita asked sitting on the egde of the bed, running her hand through Bianca's hair gently. " I have questions to ask, if you don't mind answering me because everything seems confusing " Bianca said looking at the ceiling. Ma'am Benita looked at her, smiling again.

When I went to remove it, I noticed my fingers were trembling. Good morning, Barbara May all my excuses fit in these flowers. I don't even know what kind of flowers you like and it made me think that maybe you're right about some things, especially when you say "you don't know me". Unfortunately, too late to find out who Bárbara Novaes is. May you find far from here what you are looking for. Hector C. Okay, I was completely confused and heartbroken like I was going to break in half. Even before all that happened, I already felt that way about leaving it on a tray for Dark Barbie, whose form of income was dancing on the pole in the middle of the pole dance.

Barbara’s sharp intake of breath gave a lot away. “He...he is your mate.” She sat down heavily and seemed to speak to herself rather than to Summer. The latter remained silent and then her eyes widened when she saw tears rolling down Barbara’s cheeks. “Barbara? What...what’s the matter?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She tentatively placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, staring at her quizzically. “Ah...that’s…” This was the first time Summer had seen the older woman flounder. “Do you...know him?” she asked slowly. She couldn’t help it. She would lie if she said no because clearly, Barbara knew him but how?