Novel & Cerita Anything But Clothes

I was elated. Upon walking in, we grabbed a cart. First things first we went to the clothes. Everything was so divided by gender. Pink for girls and blue for boys. "Cade, we don't know the gender? Not to mention boys like pink too, and girls like blue." I mind-linked him. "I know. I think it is ridiculous, too. Let's pick out some things we both like that are gender-neutral." "Everything is gender-neutral." he laughed. But a lot of the clothes we picked out were green. When he suggested creams, I laughed so hard I thought I would die. "Cream for a baby? Are you kidding? All the throw-up and poop, those stains never come out. Trust me, I have three younger siblings." I mind-linked. He promptl

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as a personal maid to Alpha Caden, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered in the air as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance between professionalism and comfort. How did I pack so much clothes? Eventually, my fingers gravitated towards a pair of figure-hugging skinny jeans, their dark hue complementing my skin.

let's cry together. There is always something you forget, you already have 45 reminders on your phone but you still forget something and you have to go back to get it, you always paint your nails at the wrong time 5 minutes before you have to leave. Meaning you can’t touch anything while you’re still in your pyjamas. Last minute is the devilish scenario change of clothes... "What I’m wearing right now isn’t cute. Need to try something else. I don’t have enough clothes".

I will cook for the two of them in the afternoon, no need to rush. The bus stopped at the entrance of the mall, and I and a few others got off the bus one by one. I want to buy myself some new clothes because Christmas is coming. Winter in this city is not too cold but I like fashion, I like to mix and match trendy outfits to have a Christmas atmosphere. So, I swooped into a clothing store that was displaying autumn and winter fashion-style dresses. “Martin, are you going to buy clothes, too?” I widened my eyes in surprise because I thought he must be reeling at First Real Corporation right now.

“Venom, I want to buy some clothes for Vincent.” “Huh? Sure, Miss Sophie.” We walked inside that boutique and one of the salesladies welcomed us. “Good Morning, What may we help you, ma’am?” “I-I’m looking for some clothes for my husband.” “I see, ma’am. May I know what kind of clothes are you looking for? Are you looking for formal ones or something that he could wear inside your house?” “Casual ones.” The saleslady started finding clothes according to what I just said to her while I was just looking around the whole boutique when I saw a blue sweatshirt printed with small teddy bears which made it look cute.

--- "Why do you keep spacing out?" Claire looks up to find Vivian smiling at her, eyes bright with teasing familiarity. "Don't tell me it's your almost-ex-husband again?" Vivian adds, lowering her voice conspiratorially. Almost-ex-husband. Claire can't help but smile at that. She doesn't deny it. Instead, she gives her friend a condensed version of what's been weighing on her mind. Nothing dramatic, just fragments—unfinished conversations, old wounds that refuse to heal. They end up buying more clothes than either of them planned to.Things that Claire doesn't strictly need but reaches for anyway, as if filling her arms might quiet the emptiness pressing against her ribs.

She knew exactly how she would tell Romero. -ding- The little bell to the shop went off as she entered the store. She smiled at the workers and went to a section that had dresses. She picked out a beautiful dark purple dress that had a gold waistband. Then she walked to the spot where the baby items were at and bought a simple white onesie. She also picked up dark blue, gold, and black fabric paint markers. She went to the check out and paid before leaving. She had thanked the cashier on the happy anniversary wishes and then left the store. She returned to the pack house and went to the table. She placed the white onesie on the table and took out the fabric markers. She sat down in the chair

By the time I regained consciousness, the world around me had changed. I was in an abandoned warehouse, bound hand and foot. When I looked up, I saw Georgina standing there in a pristine white dress. Noticing I was awake, she walked over, crouched down, and gently grasped my chin between her fingers. “This face… It really does look exactly like mine,” she murmured. A cold wave of unease settled over me. “What do you want?” Georgina’s tone sharpened. “No matter how much you look like me, you can’t hide what you really are—filth.”

“People like clothes that say something.” Later that day, while returning home, Vera’s attention was caught by a modest boutique displaying its festive collection. Her gaze was drawn not to the clothes but to a little boy standing just outside the entrance. His eyes were locked on the children's section, though no one paid him any mind. He was dressed in rags and barefoot, clearly from a different world than the well-dressed shoppers being ushered inside.

He gritted irritably with remorse, "Why do I have to say that?" Annoying! He flicked the collar of his shirt and suddenly thought, "Anyway, Elizabeth is not at home now. What's wrong with trying it? It's not a big deal... It's a big deal. He can try it and take off his clothes afterward!" He frowned and looked at it again. This time, he didn't think too much. He took off the clothes and remove the price tag. Then he put it on. He had a variety of clothes, casual, formal, sportswear of various colors, but he rarely bought clothes of this color.