Anything But Clothes Novels & Stories

The clothes that we were wearing right now weren’t our first choice, but because shirts and jeans are the only ones that we packed, we have no other choice. “There. Look. A clothing store.” Skyr says while pointing to a nearby store with shirts, dresses, tank tops, and shorts hanging on a rack. It looked like a souvenir shop to me because of the familiar native patterns on them. But looking at the thin material of the clothes made me feel strangely attracted to them. “Let’s go and get a change of outfit.” Skyr grabbed my hand and began pulling us both to the store. “Wait!” I dug my shoes on the cemented ground. “We need to limit our budget for food and supplies.”

It was medium, as she’d stated. “Why aren’t your shoe sizes numbers?” Seth asked, a bit of turkey in his mouth as he asked. He did well to hide it in his cheek so she didn’t see the bits of gnawed up flesh. “Well, we only have small, medium, and large,” Rain said with a shrug. “Our clothes are basically the same. Everything comes from the Mothers. We get what they give us. If we want or need something, we can ask for it. We usually can get it, but the sizes are general.” She thought of the fashion catalogues her other two roommates liked to look through. Gale and Breeze hadn’t even crossed her mind since she’d left Weather House. She hoped they were okay and no one had decided to interrogate

When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear,

"I'll make dinner." The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen while the sound of cartoons came from the living room. It was an ordinary evening with a mother and son. But this ordinary life cost Serena half her life to obtain. In the distance, someone stood downstairs, looking up at that lit window. Luca stood there and watched for a long time. He saw the laundry hanging on the balcony and the occasional shadow passing by the window. He knew that inside was the person he wanted to cherish most in this lifetime, but he could never go back in. He turned and slowly disappeared into the twilight. Some people were meant to stay only in memories. Sometimes, love would only result in r

Anna Keith seemed to always have something to do and it was not different that evening as she got busy online with one of her numerous fabrics suppliers. The woman was chatting her up about the latest fabric and design in vogue and decided on making some requests concerning the new consignment of products that Anna's fashion home was working on at the time. Anna Keith is Lan's mother. His father is David Keith and he was having a drink with his sons, an act that has taken a few years since they last practised. Lan is always busy and seldom visits home. Fred has been away for a few years now and Gregory only knows how to frolic around and has the latest information on the next party and event

Plus it only works on werewolves so if I am fighting a human nothing will happen. After the match I quickly grab the money I earned for the fight then move to the cleaning supplies closet. I grab my bag that I hide behind a box and empty it out. I quickly change into my bartender outfit and sigh when I look down my body. I hated the bartender outfit. I looked so - slutty. The outfit consists out of black converse , black jean shorts that stop just under my bum and a black crop top that showed most of my flat stomach. The crop top had the bars name on it in gold 'the ring'.

"Leo! You're home early." "You're... you're not dressed," he stated the obvious, his eyes raking over me, from my loose hair down to my bare legs. "Oh, this?" I laughed lightly, gesturing at the robe. "I decided to go ahead with my plan. ‘No Clothes Day’. It's incredibly freeing. You should try it." He just stood there, his backpack sliding off his shoulder to the floor. His eyes were glued to the deep V of the robe, where the curve of my breasts was clearly visible.

I smiled, linking my arm with hers as we pushed the cart we’d grab to put clothes in. “Oh, let the fun begin.” I grinned as I looked at the racks of clothes. “I don’t need much. Just some underwear, maybe a bra, replacement shorts, and a shirt.” Ivy frowned. “You need more than that, sweetie. So don’t argue. Violet’s set for clothes till you get to New York. Now it’s your turn.” I insisted as I started pulling items off the rack.

"Open it." I dried my hands and crossed to the table. Inside the bag were two small sets of clothes, folded carefully. One pale yellow with small rabbits along the collar. One pale blue with a sailboat on the chest. Both impossibly small in the way of things made for people who do not exist yet. I picked up the yellow one. Something happened in my chest that I did not try to name. "One for either," Nate said. He was leaning against the counter with his cup, watching me hold the tiny clothes with an expression that was more open than he usually allowed in daylight. "We do not know yet and I did not want to wait until we did."

"Why's this so heavy? What's in here?" He started to peek inside. She pushed his arm down. "Just junk." The elevator dinged. He dropped it without a second thought. Watching him toss it in the dumpster made her feel ten pounds lighter. At the studio, someone led them to the racks. Serena was about to ask if they had anything non-wedding-y when Vincent stopped. "Serena, try this one. Didn't you say you liked this style?" She froze, eyes locked on the vintage dress.