Anything But Clothes Novels & Stories

I got a shower and changed into a white shirt and denim shorts. I walked around the rooms and looked at what's in here. There wasn't a window in this room either. Does every room in this house doesn't have any windows? There's nothing in this room except the bed to sleep on, a wardrobe with clothes, a bathroom to take shower and expensive decor furniture like ancient tables with empty cabinets and paintings on the wall. I opened the wardrobe and looked through the clothes. Is there something in here other than the clothes? I didn't find anything except the clothes hanging in the hanger.

The three of them were sitting on the sofa next to each other and facing the television, engrossed in watching cartoons. “Let's go,” I said, smiling to them, standing not far from the sofa. Henry's eyes traveled over my clothes. I haven't heard any complaints on him, apart from he’s holding his chin and stroking it quietly. It's just a simple balloon dress with a knee-length skirt. It is also sleeveless. Even though it's simple, I'm satisfied that I did it well. It is one of the Limited Edition of Helena's Creation and will be sold to party lovers. I clear my throat to get his attention, which could not be diverted from studying what I was wearing.

She stuck out her tongue, looked at me, and said, "Mrs. Chloe, I... I forgot." She seemed eager to express herself, but couldn’t seem to remember the words for what she wanted to say. Hana communicated with her for a moment, then looked at me and said, "She means she forgot that the clothes here are too cheap." I glanced at Arnold and said to Anya, "It's okay. Let's buy a set as backup. It might come in handy, right?" I had noticed that the local girls here were also wearing similar sporty casual outfits, showing the city's inclusivity. There were people of different nationalities, so varied clothing choices were no big deal.

Island music drifted from hidden speakers, mingling with the rustle of palm fronds outside. "What are we doing here?" Alexander asked, looking around with obvious confusion. "Shopping." I grabbed a pale blue linen shirt and held it up against his chest. "For you." "I don't need clothes." "Everyone needs clothes." I grabbed another shirt, this one in cream. "And you're always dressing me. Turnabout is fair play." A salesman approached, all white teeth and helpful energy. "Can I help you find anything?" "Yes," I said before Alexander could protest. "Casual shirts, linen pants."

"'tch what a trouble maker" vida sighed as soon as she was out of the attention Katie was already in a bad mood being led by Rosie into a clothing store. Katie wonders why this Rosie girl is being nice to her. Andrea walks like an epitome of Grace, her unique aura, her expressionless face and all. They didn't come with money, their main aim today was to tour the kingdom. They entered a store that has beautiful and different kinds of woven clothes, silks, cottons, chiffons, and the likes.

"Everything about what he does is always okay for you all. At least say something if you want. Voice out your opinions if you don't want it." Knoxx glared at me. "You're poisoning their thoughts." "I'm not." "I have a bathroom here. You can wash it if you want. Or change your clothes." Speaking of clothes, I forgot to grab the clothes we hung on the rope. Which meant I had limited clothes to choose from. "Do you have a marketplace here?" "We have, Miss Sunshine. It was small, but you can buy some necessities." "Ow… that's good. I thought rogues have—"

“Oh dear, this sounds concerning what’s your trouble dear?” “I have nothing to wear to meet Gregory’s parents or any of the representatives and leaders coming very soon here.” “Oh, oh that’s not too bad we can fix that. I am sure we can find something for now and then we can order a few things to come in for the next few days. Come with me. People go through clothing so often here that we keep a range of things on tap. Shall we say for those moments when clothing is appropriate and they are not?”

Claire I'd emptied the entire contents of my wardrobe onto my bed, searching for the perfect, 'non-date, just friends' outfit, I sorted everything into categories, pants, jeans, skirts, tees and dresses, hoping that something would stand out to me but it had been a full half hour of just staring at my clothes, time was getting away from me and if I didn't pick something soon I'd run the risk of going on the non-date in my school uniform.

She put her jacket on the back of the sofa and flopped onto it. “What a day!” She cried. “Good to see you’re up. Are you up to an excursion out?” “Yeah, I guess…. What are we going out for?” “Clothes, mostly,” Stacy said. “You can’t wander around the world with one pair of pants and one shirt.” My face warmed. I supposed she was right about that.

I needed a reason to put on clothes, to get some fresh air, to act like something in my life was normal and I was just a regular ole, uncursed teenager. The problem was that: 1) I had to find a way to convince Marshall and 2) the only clothes I had here were my old work clothes. Marshall had cleaned them but they weren't nice enough for a party. The only way I could get new clothes was by having Nuel drive me to the store.