Who Was Barbie's Little Sister Novels & Stories

“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.”

“God, I can’t believe they did that to him. Don’t you think Daddy deserved better than that?” “Yes, Babe. He deserved to know the truth, but it couldn’t have been easy for them, either.” “Oh, stop it! Why do you always take up for Mom?” I reached under her and raised her out of her chair—pillow and all. “I know it’s a shock, my darling sister. But do you have any idea what this means?” “Put me down!” she shouted swinging her arms. I spun around in circles, stumbling as we turned. “That-a-girl! Keep it up! It’ll strengthen your muscles. You’ll be walking again in no time.”

Someone shouted outside and they all rushed out to see who, a beautiful lady was dressed as Santa Claus and a boy of nineteen was dressed as an elf. Jack rolled his eyes when he saw them "so this is what you two have been up to?" "Come on Jack, join the Christmas spirit" the lady urged him and he rolled his eyes again. "Hey Sarah" Jason walked up to the lady who gave him a tight hug with her Santa costume. "Jason, it's been a long time" Sarah, Jack's elder sister said gleefully. "Mom" Daniel, Jack's younger brother rushed to Marsha immediately he saw her, he hugged her not letting her go.

She unzipped her sparkly bag, pulling out a collection of Barbie dolls before plopping down beside Theia, Leila, Aria, Lyra, and Thalia. Aria and Vega were Jace’s sisters, and even though they both looked up to their big brother, they were a handful. Especially Aria. She was six, bold, and stubborn to the bone. Vega, the five-year-old, was more into sparkles and stories. Jace had been the first puppy born to Mirabelle, then came Aria, then little Vega.

Somewhere nearby, children laughed, the nuns called out names, and a bell rang faintly for supper. Then, suddenly, a tiny whisper broke the air. Victoria almost didn’t hear it at first. “My mother…” the child said faintly, her voice cracked from disuse. “My mother promised to get my Barbie a new friend.” Victoria turned, stunned that she had spoken at all. She smiled softly, keeping her voice steady. “A Barbie? You like dolls?” The little girl nodded once, still not looking up. “I used to love Barbie dolls too,” Victoria said, her voice warm with memory. “When I was little, I had a whole collection. My favorite one had a pink dress and shiny shoes. I used to braid her hair every morning befo

*five years ago* ~Xavior's POV "I can't wait to watch the new Barbie movie!" my little sister exclaims in the passenger seat. "You're eleven and still watching these childish films?" she fakes being offended by gasping loudly and putting a hand over her chest "How dare you! You're nineteen and you're still willing to watch the movie with me." she smirks as she realize I have no come back.

"Where to go?" Barry didn't lie to her: "That's it. Last time, didn't you see me and a woman at the hotel entrance. That woman is my sister. She is a designer. There will be a new product launch tomorrow, and a charity at night At the reception, all the samples were put up for auction and used to subsidize children in poor mountain areas. "

Vee kinda became comfortable, "I'm happy too... it's really good to see you.. and look at how grown Lizzie is. Does she still love Barbie..?" My little sister hated Barbie and if someone reminded her of that she was going to be a bitch. I moved from next to Vee to actually go close her. Mouth because I knew she was going to say something sly.. but I knew I was too late when she spat.. "Ms Louw... you still have my sister acting like a crazy teenager in love..." We all went quiet. Awkwardly. Quiet until Susan budged in and actually went to hug Valentia, "It's good to see you Ms Louw.. and this place looks nice..."

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.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.