Don't Turn Me Into A Marketable Plushie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just exactly what I wanted. But I couldn’t help snorting in disbelief, a scornful smirk curving the side of my lips. “Seriously? We’re talking about something important yet you’re more concerned about some stupid toys? After all these years, do you think you can buy their love with a chunk of plastic?...”

I make no reaction - if they think I’m dumb and docile, they won’t pay as much attention to me and that can only be in my favour. Manfred shoves me through a doorway, into a small lobby. There’s nothing here but a desk. I can hear the men discussing how much money to charge. I remain silent. In six weeks I’m to be sold at a ‘rare find event’ Not that I know what that is, exactly…but I don’t want to be sold. Apparently that will give me time to heal and get an ass and tits… I resolve then never to submit to any man.

"The initiative seeks to revitalize the downtown core by incentivizing small businesses..." "Too fast. Slow down. Let the words breathe. Give the listener time to believe you." "I can't believe this. This is basically acting. Why can't I just be myself?" "Because 'yourself' is a disaster, Clara. 'Yourself' is a girl who drinks too much vodka and screams at waiters. 'Yourself' is a vacuum of discipline. We are building a version of you that is acceptable. Once the image is set, you can have your secrets. But the public only gets the sculpture."

No one knows that l endulge myself in work because they are certain things that l dont want to think of. The waitress came up with the food that AJ ordered. She placed it on the table and left with a smile.Hope your favourites didn't change during all those years. I did order the same. AJ voiced out to me. Yeah man you know me best. He slightly chuckled. We dug into our food. There was silence that accompanied us. The restraunt wasn't that crowded by people making its ambience favorable to me. Oh yes l really do hate crowded places.That's one of the reasons that l barely go out or attend the events that am being invited to. That even gave people a reason to call me arrogant and a narcissist

"Furthermore, dislike it's a vocation for you, you want to do... what was it you said?" "Umm, I need to begin an organization making adornments and sex toys," the redhead become flushed a little. "In any case, I mean dislike I'd be there long, most young ladies just need to labor for a little while until they have like ten million in the financial balance and they're essentially set, right?" she countered. "I could truly utilize capital like that, I could fire up something genuine with that, dislike some custom made internet based shop, however a genuine business."

But I cannot tell Zade about them, just like I cannot tell him what I really want to go back for. So I lie. “My plushie.” “Your plushie.” “Yeah. Daisy gave it to me.” “Did she, now?” “She bought it for me with her monthly allowance.” Which is nearly as high as my salary used to be. Seraphine is not strict with that child. “I sleep with it every night.” He looks at me like he’s considering laying down a tarp and butchering me on it. “It’s important to me,” I continue weakly. “What? You don’t believe that a family can be a girl and her pink stuffed penguin?”

“What do we need to go shopping for?” “Clothes. You don’t own a thing.” I shrug. “Ah, that’s okay. I’m not really a things person.” He turns and looks at me in surprise. “You don’t like things?” I shake my head. “All women like things.” “I’m not all women. I have done without things for most of my life and I know for certain that things don’t make me happy.” His eyes hold mine for an extended time before he finally answers. “We will get you what you need.”

Just like how the great Zeus desire these Greek creatures, so does these men below me will do anything, bet anything to get a taste of us as if we are just products in a market on sale. If others were selling their grit and brain prowess, I chose to market myself, my body in short. Some boast their skills in academic fields but here, we go down and show these guys our bed skills. We hold them in the palm of our hands and play at them. Every moan, gasp and cry of pleasure is music to our ears. I have all the options in the world. No one can force me to give myself to anyone unless I find him worthy. One of the perks of bearing this surname.

Honestly, it made me awkward that we were the only people who weren’t clinging to one another. Even the magazines didn’t interest me. Usually in waiting rooms that were the first things that I would grab. Magazines often had a section or inserts that had vouchers and coupons. “Sorry,” Markus said, “I was just trying to make the day light. He seems to be alright with the idea that he’s going to get robot legs, so there’s that.” A smile forms on my lips at that.

I’m willing to drop it—for now—but she exhales a long sigh, and her eyebrows gather, creasing her forehead. “That’s the whole thing, though. That’s why I sell things at the market. I don’t want to be just a female. Or a mate, or whatever.” She says it slowly, as if she’s working it out in her head as she speaks. “I want my own thing.” There are responses on the tip of my tongue. Of course she feels this way. She thought she was mateless. She had to make peace with her lot. She doesn’t need mushrooms anymore. She’s my mate.