Don't Turn Me Into A Marketable Plushie Novels & Stories

“You can’t save them based on mere thought and wishes. You’re a honest person so I doubt you would be any good at making such grand plans. Don’t worry, my specialty is killing and destroying others without lifting a finger. Let me help you, Marvis.” “I’m not sure my kind would take well to being helped by a human again.” “It’s not like you have any choice, is it?” “Well, what do you want in return?” “Hmm…..I want you…..to transform and become my pillow again.” “What?” “Ever since I laid on you, I have been unable to sleep well. The fluffiness of your fur is a sensation my body is frankly addicted to. That’s all I want.” “D-Do you even know what that means?”

“And that just makes them more likely to screw up again, because at that point they know that no one cares about them. A program like this would show them that people care. It’s not a reward; they would be required to attend and complete the program, but it would give them different ways of coping with stress, and not push them into a system of punishment that could ruin their lives.” She shook herself and sat up. How was it that she could argue this point totally dispassionately at work, but not with Avon? See, this was why she couldn’t be trusted with difficult personal conversations; her temper always got the better of her.

“No, it’s okay, Rai. I don’t really want it anymore.” “What is it, Princess? You can tell me,” Rai said, persuading me to tell him what I wanted him to buy for me. “Promise you won’t laugh?” I asked him. “Yes, Princess. Tell me what it is. You know I’ll buy it for you.” Rai said. “Ummm.. I want you to buy me a plushie.” I blushed. I was nearing 35 years old, yet I still loved plushies; it was embarrassing. “A Plushie? As in a stuffed animal?” Rai asked, looking a bit surprised.

If I sold myself to this thing, if I let it braid its power through every breath I took, maybe no one would ever hurt them again. But what would I be to them then? Not a sister. Not a mate. Not a princess. A weapon. A living deterrent. Another kind of market, really—only this time, people would trade their morality for my protection instead of for coin. I’d spent years being an asset on someone else’s ledger. Did I really want to become the universe’s most fearsome entry in a new one? A memory surfaced, unbidden. Lying in the market’s circle, curse burning me from the inside out, knowing I was going to die. Feeling Damon’s hands on my shoulders, my brothers too far away, the web’s threads ti

“The boutique did change the conversation. It just didn’t change the people who will always see spectacle as the easiest way to sell tickets. You don’t owe them your story told in their words.” I sat in silence for a moment, imagining what they would do if I said yes. I saw a gallery wall with bold letters spelling Exile and Return. I imagined photographs of me from years ago—images I had tried to forget—blown up larger than the dresses themselves. I imagined people standing in front of those walls, whispering about the drama of it all rather than touching the fabric or studying the details of a hem. I shuddered slightly. “They would love to turn Noelle into a character,” I said. “Someone tr

I looked at her. "I wasn't planning on doing anything. I just needed a hobby." I told her. She nodded at me. I sighed. Is this how I look to people's eyes? A playboy? Maybe I should just turn gay or something. That won't be a very good choice for me. I like pussies not dicks. BIANCA

She sounded sharp and dangerous. “She’s worth more untouched. Don’t damage the merchandise.” Merchandise. That word followed me like a curse. The man backed off, annoyed, but obedient. I stayed frozen because that was when I understood something even worse. I am no longer seen as human. I am only something to sell.

i look at her with neutral face . Cute ? Why don't go and marry her then !!??? I sigh . My eyes landed on something. Cute . Cute cute cute . "That ....is ...soo ...cute " i said "Oh ..that ...well why don't you buy it as a gift for her ?" She suggested. I look at price and instantly regret looking at it . "Its too expensive " i wined . "Well ..since you are my regular customer. ...i'll make a deal ...why don't you by that and with that ...buy this ...cause ..i want it out of my shop .."

What a charm! It didn't take long for me to shop, so about an hour later I was back at my house, loaded down with two heavy packages. Usually I buy products at a minimum, but now the situation is a little different. I wanted to treat myself to delicious treats, otherwise, all of a sudden, wolf-dogs led by the leader will come after me. I will arrange a feast during the plague, in case there is no other opportunity. Well, on the other hand, if they don’t come to my soul, I won’t have to go to the store in the near future. Leaving home is really scary. And with my mind I understand that the apartment belongs to the community, and that this is not a shelter, but rather a cage, but I can’t help

"You know? Things you want?" he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He grinned down at her while his eyes sparkled with amusement and something deeper, which made her heart flutter. "It's a simple concept, really. You see something you like, and I buy it for you. End of story." Marceline couldn't help but laugh. "You make it sound so simple," she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "But what if I want something ridiculous? Like, say, a life-sized statue of a flamingo?"