My Girlfriend's Wardrobe Novels & Stories

She put her hand on her hip as she stared at him. “You mean our fake relationship?” He grinned. “Yeah… that,” he retorted. “So, about tonight. Wear something hot.” Her frown deepened. “Excuse me?” “My girlfriend needs to wear something hot if she’s going to a party on my arm,” Kade replied with a shrug. “I don’t make the rules.” “Are you serious right now? I don’t have anything to wear that classifies as hot.”

I said, leading him carefully toward the section designed for girls. “See this area? Dresses, shirts, little skirts… They’re colorful and fun, but still elegant. There are matching accessories, tiny shoes, and hats. Everything is designed so they can play, run around, and still look stylish. And look here,” I added, pointing to a display of small purses and headbands, “these are perfect for completing the outfit. You could choose one for your… friend, maybe?” Jaden’s eyes widened immediately. He scanned the racks with intense concentration, his tiny fingers brushing over the fabrics as if he could somehow sense which one his girlfriend would love. Then he froze, looking up at me with a brigh

He also has a fair shape of jawline that makes him look really hot. “You brought your girlfriend this time?” Danny asked joyfully. Daniel’s girl was wearing a simple fitted, sleeveless, charcoal dress that ends above her knees and a fashion designer’s pitch black sling bag completed with sequins. Her loose hair and red lips looks much sexier up close. Not to mention the smoky and strong eyes she gave when she stare at Danny. “Yes, I don’t have a chance to bring her yesterday so I want to introduce her properly to our parents,” Daniel said chirpily. He glanced at his girlfriend and smiled cheekily. His girl tucked in her hair behind her ear and giggled.

I studied all of that and tried to incorporate all of that into my mind and personality. If then I was reluctant to wear revealing clothes, now I am used to it. Noah also helped me buy those outfits of mine, I was even surprised because he was so good at choosing in the application he asked the saleslady. I thought he was really good in the field of fashion. I was not aware that he had a girlfriend for four years. Jessica. She was very kind and absolutely gorgeous.

She could easily mix and match them if necessary. Katherine had certainly earned her commission. With each outfit, my interest in Sophia grew more. Going shopping with my girlfriend, real or fake, seemed like an intimate thing between two lovers. While she was in the dressing room, it took all of my strength not to open the door and drink in how she looked in a bra and panties. I wasn’t a pervert, but I appreciated the gorgeous woman in front of me. And with her taking my family’s traditions so seriously, that somehow made her more attractive.

He pressed a hidden button on the wall—an invisible door slid open. Inside was a woman’s wardrobe. Clothes and accessories were neatly arranged—skirts, pants, dresses, jackets, lingerie. Everything, from warm to light, from muted tones to bright colors. There were handbags, jewelry, beautiful shoes... Aron stared at it all coldly. Uncle Wesley once said women loved these things. Ryan also said that his wife Seraphina believed a house could lack anything—except a beautiful wardrobe and a large enough closet to hold it all. The only woman Aron truly knew—his sister Isabel—would go shopping whenever she was upset...

“It's kind of hard to forget when you made sure I became homeless today.” “I took care of it,” Linden said. “Check the wardrobe.” I eyed him and went into the room. When I opened the wardrobe, I stared and immediately hissed. “Are you kidding me?” The wardrobe was packed with high standard sleek blazers, crepe and chiffon tops, cocktail dresses and many more I couldn't name. Shoes lined the bottom row: heels, flats, boots and sneakers from brands I only ever saw in display windows and on TikTok reels. Who does this for a fake wife in 2025?

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

He breathes slowly before finding his feet and leaving me alone and wanting on the bed. “You are cruel.” I whine as he walks away from me. “You are not my girlfriend.” He wink over his shoulder when he opens two cupboard doors and enter the closet. A walk-in closet. That had my attention so once again like the typical puppy I was cut out to be, I followed him forgetting the last sentence he uttered. I walk along the right side of the inside of the closet. My fingers dancing over the dresses hanging on rails, colour coded of course. Versace, Chanel and names I haven’t even heard of before, but they were expensive that part was obvious. I continued lurking like a mentally retarded person over

I pushed through the glass doors into the store, the warm lighting spilling over polished floors and endless racks of clothing arranged with surgical precision. The attendant, Tacha, spotted me immediately. “Hey, Ocean,” she greeted warmly, her smile widening when she noticed the girl in my arms. “And who do we have here?” She was grinning from side to side now. “My girlfriend.” I replied, the word rolling off my tongue before I could second guess it. Astrid’s head snapped up so fast I thought she might get whiplash. “She’s beautiful. Should I bring some pieces for her?” She asked, moving around the table.