Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

I spent time staring at his pretty face as he sleeps and I don't even know when I pick up my phone and start taking pictures of him. I think I'm getting obsessed with the pretty boy lying in front of me. I made sure to take a lot of pictures of his face as quietly as possible. Dropping my phone back in the drawer beside my bed, I slowly and quietly walk out of bed, not wanting to wake him up. I walk to my closet where I pick up clothes to wear. A pair of sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. I have something to deal with, someone, precisely.

But she continued, “Meanwhile what's the obsession with dark colors, Lina?? Yesterday a dark brown, the day before that dark blue, today a black. What's with you?” Here we go. "What's happening with your wardrobe?" "Nothing's happening, Cleo.” I drawled, “I'm just putting on what my fingers touched first." "What?" "Yeah," I shrugged, opening the menu right up. "Some people don't actually spend 2 hours picking an outfit before work, Cleo. I don't." "Are you freaking kidding me?” She looked at me unimpressed. “This is why you're dressed like a jumbo." A jumbo?

His eyes darted and he seemed to fidget ever so slightly, and there was a look in his eyes as if he hoped she liked it, but then he'd returned to his normal expression after wards. Then the other day she had returned from work, but as she entered the closet she found it full of different styles and designs of high end clothing, it literally felt as if the whole mall had been shifted into the closet, she'd stood there dumbfounded for a while, but when she asked Camilla, that was when she heard Sebastian had ordered for some stylists to fill the wardrobe, there so many different varieties of clothes there that one wouldn't be able to decide what to wear.

I mumbled while the floor became interesting in an instant “I still look the same, it’s the same makeup I do every day just that this time someone did it for me” “No, you are wrong. You look beautiful, more beautiful each day I see you. Did I pick out that dress?” Yes he did and by the condescending smile he was sporting, he did too. After our first shopping together, he developed an unhealthy obsession with buying me clothes and jewellery all the time. I had so much that I haven’t even used and he won’t stop no matter how much I tell him. “You know the answer, so why are you asking me? Is that a new suit? Where did you change?” I asked him as I noticed that the suit he was wearing was dif

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.

As he walked toward the door, I couldn't help but ask, "Hayden, do you have OCD or something?" "Huh?" He looked confused. I pointed at the perfectly folded blanket. "You're not in the army anymore, so why do you still fold your blanket like that? "How much time do you spend doing that every day? "Isn't it, like, a little... unnecessary?" "Just a habit," he said, short and to the point as usual. "I think it's more like an obsession," I muttered. I mean, habits are one thing, sure. But most habits are, like, easy and quick to do.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

A thin man at the back of the line sneered. “That’s the thing about people who always want to pass off as rich.” He continued in a complaining tone. “They can’t wait to show off their wealth by stacking expensive jewelry and brand logos on themselves without realizing how tacky it makes them look.” Since the first time Draven had forced me to go shopping, I’d been constantly receiving clothes from various clothing brands who hoped I’d help boost their business by wearing them. The trousers and silk top I was wearing was part of the latest batch I’d received.

Makeup kits from high-end brands sat beside them, along with bottles of perfume that smelled divine. Then she opened a smaller, more intimate bag. Lingerie. Sets in delicate lace, satin, and silk—different colors and sizes, all clearly chosen with care. Her face turned beet red instantly. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she stared at the delicate undergarments. “How can a man buy something like this for his wife… or rather, his arranged partner?” she whispered to herself, mortified. Her heart raced. It felt too personal, too intimate for the cold man she had married.

“Me, too, baby. Me, too.” I sit in the waiting room as my eyes scan the other girls while we all wait for our job interviews. I glance down at my attire and cringe. I’m overdressed. I don’t mean overdressed as in over the top clothing. I mean I’m literally overdressed—wearing too many clothes. These girls are all gorgeous. Gorgeous hoes. Cheap looking, busty, gorgeous hoes. I frown as a disturbing thought runs through my mind. Fuck! What kind of club is this?