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

“We will open the ‘Moon Market’—and the Silvergrove pack will stand at the center of that golden circle.” Silence filled the room. Then, as I had expected, a sarcastic voice spoke up. “You want to turn this pack into a trading hub... like humans? Those weak creatures?” I turned slowly, glaring sharply at the source of the voice. “No,” I replied calmly. “It won’t just be a trading hub, I will make this market unshakable.”

By dinner, Deja decided to try again—because clearly, the universe was drunk and the family was not playing their role. "Dominique mentioned she's been working on a business proposal," she said brightly, locking eyes with Edward Zuo across the twelve-foot mahogany table. "Luxury pet accessories. Real innovative. Like, silk bonnets for emotional support chihuahuas." Edward blinked. "Is that... a real market?" "Oh absolutely," Deja nodded, stabbing a dumpling like it owed her money. "Rich folks will buy anything if you slap the word 'bespoke' on it. Dominique's gonna make millions off poodles in rhinestones."

Out of the blues, he asked. "Why would I buy one? I'm not a kid anymore, Blake. And besides, you didn't buy that plushie. It was given to you by someone..." "Yeah, it was but, don't you want something to hug? I hug Bear all the time! He's so fluffy!" "Like I said, Blake. I'm not a kid anymore..." Konan huffed. He's not really into plushies. "Oh! You're no fun... I wish someone would give you one too..." Blake says with his arms crossed above his chest.

“What are you putting up for auction?” I paused. “Luxury art, jewelry, some limited-edition tech. But I’m also adding experience packages. Weekend in Paris. Private yacht dinner. You know, rich people things.” Rue let out a low whistle. “You’re really going all in.” “I have to. This isn’t just about the company anymore. This is personal. Williams thought taking me down would break me. I want to show him I don’t need to play dirty ,I just need to play smart.”

"Between us, I think it would be easier for you to meet someone if you didn't buy children's toys for yourself. I think that scares the men far, far away." I furrow my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I look at Danielle for her help, but she actually stifles a laugh. Okay. Rude. I kind of expected my best friend to back me up here... "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Isabella grins wickedly at me. "That overpriced stuffed animal you bought earlier. The pink glittery unicorn sitting next to you. Yeah, guys aren't interested in dating a weirdo who buys that kind of shit. You should do yourself a favor and throw it away."

"Please. All those gifts, the dinners, the art shows? You might as well accept it, Ava. You're already way too deep." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if she were telling me a secret. "You should just sell the stuff he gave you. That necklace, the designer shoes—get rid of them. You could make a small fortune." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach at the thought. The luxury goods were beautiful, no doubt, but they were just tokens. Symbols of something I hadn’t fully understood until now. "I can’t do that," I said firmly, shaking my head. “If I sell those, then I’ll just become one of those women. And that’s not who I want to be.”

She'll be thrilled to know that stuffs like that happens in reality. "Come on Anna. This is what most ladies are begging for. Just name your price and I'll double it" And that was it. My constraint snapped. “You think this is a game?That you can buy people, wear them like accessories, then toss them when they’re no longer convenient.?” Jayden tilted his head, still watching me like he found me mildly amusing. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said, smug as hell. “You’re not wrong,” I replied, “you’re pathetic.”

Ambrose, with a cold expression, looked down at the boy. The little boy pouted. "I want it!" The parent, who was doting on the child, asked politely, "Sorry, can we buy this SpongeBob plushie from you?" Ambrose replied swiftly, "No." The little boy burst into tears. "I don't care! I want it! I want it!" Pedestrians on the street looked over. Ambrose, expressionless, was prepared to leave. The boy's parent became anxious. "Hey, don't go! How much for that plushie? Can't you just let my child have it? Why do you still need a plushie when you're so old?"

“Why use us like this?” “For fun. Because a lot of us betters are wealthy and have too much time on our hands to be sadistic and cruel,” he tells me, to which I believe completely. He taps his pen rhythmically on his desk. “We have you here, removing your brands, and I thought one day, why not make a game out of it?” My jaw clenches. “You truly are greed, aren’t you?”

"Since the animation can release an entire series of products, then can't my plush dolls also be made into smaller versions? Or maybe I could launch a whole line of merchandise like mugs, keychains, and so on?" Julian hadn't considered this before, but after hearing what I said, he replied, "That could work." "I'll tell Mark right away!" I exclaimed excitedly, about to sit up and grab my phone. But when I glanced at the time, I realized it was too late. Although Mark was dedicated to his work, it didn't seem right to bring this up so late at night. I had no choice but to suppress my excitement and lie back down. "I'll tell him tomorrow."