Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

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.

Isobel turned and began walking. “Come.” I immediately changed and followed her. The city boutique was enormous. I had never seen so many dresses in my life. And so many materials, silk, satins and lace. Racks and racks of shimmering fabric filled the room. Designers buzzed around us nervously. Isobel inspected everything like a hawk. “That color is hideous.” “Too much lace.” “Absolutely not.” I tried on dress after dress some were too tight and some too flashy. Some so heavy I could barely walk.

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?

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

Drowning in Fabric The next hour was pure chaos. Racks of clothing appeared—silks, satins, and cashmeres in every shade imaginable. Dresses that shimmered under the lights. Delicate lace, embroidered gowns, custom-tailored suits. Even designer heels and accessories were laid out like treasures. Beatrice stood frozen in the middle of it all, her expression caught between awe and fury. She didn't know what to do. I guess I'm not good with words because ever since it complained her