Novel & Cerita Don't Turn Me Into A Marketable Plushie

There are a lot of animal toys on shelves all around us, my attention is not caught by any of them “Do you think I should get a pet instead? I think I need a comfort animal” “Why get a comfort animal when you have me?” “You’re being dramatic” “It’s my nature, you’re going to have to deal with it” “I’ll get that one, there! I need that one!” “The panda plushie?” “Yes, it looks so cute” I point at a toy at the top shelf, my height doesn’t allow me reach it even when I stretch “Layla, couldn’t you help me get it?”

Even the air felt thick. Geneva stepped back and folded her arms. “Sure you’re going to be able to sleep in here?” She picked up one of the smaller bouquets and tilted her head. “We could sell some.” I stared at her, she stared back, then shrugged her shoulders. “They’re a gift, you don’t sell gifts,” I said. “If you wake up sneezing tomorrow, it’ll be on you.” “I could crack a window.” “You could sell,” she countered. “Keep the sentimental ones, flip the rest. ‘Premium arrangements, barely adored.’ We’d make a killing.”

he said. "So what? C'mon..let's get it," I said and walked into the shop. "Oh Stop Carrie! They are gonna make fun of us. And I don't really want it.." Ty said following me behind. I ignored him and went to a sales girl who quickly got the tiger down for me. "I don't want it. You can buy it if you want. And I'm obviously not holding it," Ty said. "Hmm..okay," I nodded chuckling. It was just a tiger plushie, not a sex toy or anything. Anyway, I wanted to buy it for Ty, so I paid the bill. It was a bit expensive like he said. But it's okay.

“Whether you like it, I already own you! Did you hear what the old woman said earlier? That your Mom sold you to her. And since they sold you, I’ll just buy you-- “ I pushed him away from me. “No! I’m not something that anyone can just buy! I’m not a toy or a thing!” “Not me, I can buy you, lady!” He looks down at me. “Take back what you said to them! I’m not for sale, okay!” I clenched my fist, who said they could just sell me like stuff! I am not a thing, I’m human! I owned myself so, I have a right to talk and decline!

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

I'm just a girl he happens to experiment with? "I sell pots and pans for a living. Will people boycott my products knowing I swing both ways? Or that I hire a sugar baby instead of going the conventional way? Honestly, do you dig about the owner of the company that you buy this wine glass from? Or this couch? Or this nail polish you're wearing? No right? So it doesn't matter. I'm nobody anyways." "Okay, Mr Universe." I roll my eyes at his lengthy explanation, which he chuckles at the name I call him.

But at this point I didn’t really care about the consequences of my words, I am already deep into the Vampire’s den, how much worse can it really get? “You can’t just pull people off of the streets and then sell them like they are commodities in a store.” A look of disgust appears on my face as I look from the masked announcer to the man who has ‘won’ the auction for me like I was the Mona Lisa up for grabs. “I am a person, not a work of art that can be auctioned and sold to the highest bidder.” My foot stomps on the stage as I speak, earning gasps from the audience still watching quietly.

Dad hissed back, shaking Sparks in front of me. My breath hitched, my chest aching as I stared at Sparks, a plushie that meant a lot to me. I had made him when I was a child, all by myself, with needle and thread. I had pricked myself a hundred times that day, but I wanted a plushie. Dad and Mom didn’t want to get me one, so I made Sparks. I remember everyone asking why it was so ugly, but I told them I liked it and I didn't want it to be one of those perfect, pretty teddies you can get from the shop. Since then, I have always picked the most eccentric, oddest plushies I could find, because they were just like me; lonely, neglected, and alone. Dad was shouting, shaking Sparks wildly as he sa

“They’re going to offer us so much money we’ll have to say yes. And then what? We’ll be lucky to walk away with consultant jobs in our own company while they rebrand everything we built with blood and panic attacks.” I folded my arms, lips twitching as I tried not to smile. Mark frowned. “Why are you smiling? Adele, this is serious.” “I know,” I said, walking toward the window so he wouldn’t see the grin I could no longer suppress. “It’s just… I don’t think WestCorp is interested in buying us.” He scoffed. “Oh, really? Then explain why they, of all people, would drop a public endorsement on our tiny festival post like it’s casual? They don’t endorse. They absorb.”

My nostrils flare, but somehow, I manage to maintain my breathing. It isn’t until they start talking about what to do with us that I start to plan. The things they say about the things they’d like to do with us disgust me. They keep talking about how much money they’ll get for us on the market and about how much they’ll need to make their quota. I want to smash their faces every time they speak. I don’t know what to do. “Please, let us go.” I plead softly. The man and the woman turn to me as if finally realizing that I’m an actual human being.