Confessions Of A Shopaholic 소설 & 이야기

“All the other women I’ve been with knew my last name before they slept with me. And usually, at some point, they want to go shopping. Four hours, four days… depends on the woman, but at some point, most want to go shopping. Whether I go along or not is pretty much immaterial, as long as they have my credit card.” “Well I do NOT want to go SHOPPING!” I snapped. “I can see that,” he grinned. “Which is why I’m relieved – because now I’m positive you’re not like them.” I started pacing again, but slower now. That last little bit about how I wasn’t like other women was oddly comforting. Connor gestured towards me with his glass. “As much as I’m enjoying the show, I think you should come over her

Five? I was trying to heed what that woman said… after all, it's not necessarily true… and indeed I also have a relationship with Andrew… right? Then why is the personal shopper so cynical to me? What is my fault? She says I'm arrogant? Where.. what Made me look like an arrogant? I tried my hardest to dissipate the woman's words. I saw the clothes she was carrying… very beautiful and elegant. There are several sleeping clothes and casual clothes. I like all. I took everything and put it in the cupboard provided. Grateful I brought underwear… if not?

"They’re limited edition! Do you know how rare this is?" I nod absently, watching as she moves on to another shelf, her eyes glittering with excitement as she picks up a designer coat. "This would look so chic in my next interview, right?" she asks, posing in front of the mirror. Before I can answer, she’s already signaling a sales associate to ring it up. She doesn’t even check the price tag. Just swipes my card, again and again, like it’s a bottomless well. Something about it feels off. It’s not just indulgence; it’s obsession.

"I can't buy such an idea from you?" Emma said in a coarse voice to Mrs. Detroit. "My idea isn't that bad if you think it through." Mrs. Detroit said while standing beside the white hospital bed. "There is nothing to think about here, your idea is just as unbelievable like you're. How do you want me to marry a man I have never met in my life, don't even know how he behaves just because of money?" This time Emma spoke with a heavy voice.

“What did she do?” “That dress wasn’t hers,” the shopkeeper replied. “It was on the rack because it was for sale. Anyone could buy it. She lied to you and took the dress for herself. That’s how she is. Always throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way. But she must have found you very gullible, ma’am. Which is why she lied and took the dress for herself.” “Lied?” Alya echoed. That woman duped her! “If I were you, I’d stay away from the woman,” the shopkeeper went on. “Sick woman! Just try not to get in her way. Ever. She uses her money and power to use and discard people. It’s in her nature.”

Napahinga na lamang nang malalim si Lucas, bago inilayo ang tingin kay Alessa at itinuon na lamang ang atensyon sa larawan ng Luna y Estrella tiara na nakadikit sa cork board. *** "Sa kanya 'tong jewelry shop na 'to?" ani Lucas habang pinagmamasdan ang establishment kung saan tumigil ang kotse nila. "Ayos din pala ang ungas na 'yun. Asensado na..." "Gaya ng sabi ko sa'yo, front lang 'yan. Nasa smuggling business pa rin siya. A lot of conmen run their stuff through this store." Umiling-iling si Lucas habang tumatawa. "Hindi pa rin talaga nagbabago si Jackson. Still good with his fences."

I wrote the words helpless and ruined in my head as I clung to him, as if naming them would make me less guilty. But I wasn’t helpless. I wasn’t ruined. I was greedy. My legs tightened around him, pulling him in deeper, forcing him to take me past the point of no return. And when I shattered, it was loud, unholy, impossible to take back. He followed me into it, teeth at my shoulder, a guttural sound torn from his chest that I’ll hear forever when I close my eyes. I should end this confession here. I should repent. But the truth is uglier, crueler my body is already begging for a second sin.

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

“Literally two weeks ago.” “Which is exactly,” she replied, sliding out of bed in silk pajamas she did not pay for herself, “why I deserve retail therapy.” Jace covered the mouthpiece to shout at someone, something about encryption and datapackets, then came back: “You don’t shop. You steal, hack, and hit people in the face with champagne bottles.” “That was one time,” Elena lied. It was at least six times. She continued, pacing, hair messy, energy restless: “I want clothes. Shoes. A new watch. Something stupidly expensive I’ll never wear. I want to blow Roman’s wallet and make the stock market cry.”

she thought to herself. Giving them back to the sales lady to be wrapped, she went to the counter. "Miss, your bill is 10 million for the bag and 6 million for the shoes" A group of ladies had come into the store when they heard that somebody bought a Haviar clutch. There were only three in the store and now was down to two. One of the ladies pointed at Shanice from head to toe. "Honey that bag is 10 million. Seeing how you are shabbily dressed, are you sure you can afford it?" the other ladies giggled looking at her like she was mediocre.