Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

I could imagine it on Eve and I was literally drooling over her on having her wear it. "Mitchell?" I called. "Yes?" She replied almost immediately. "Can you try this on?" I showed her the clothes. "What's that?" She sourced to look at it then her smile turned to a noticeable knitting of her eyebrows when she looked at it. "That's the true definition of gross. It's too cheap for my taste. I also prefer my dresses because these jeans are always too itchy and uncomfortable. I prefer something more expensive and not frugal." "Okay, it's your choice." I shrugged, feeling like slapping myself for asking her in the first place.

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.

“Bring the latest designs immediately.” “Yes!” The workers moved quickly. Iris stood awkwardly in place. “I… don’t need all this.” François turned to her immediately. “His Majesty has ordered that you receive the best we have.” “…” She felt the problem wasn’t the clothes. The problem was that everyone treated her like someone important. That made her even more uncomfortable. One of the workers approached holding several dresses. “My lady, do you prefer light colors or dark ones?” Iris blinked quickly. “Um… anything is fine.”

But now, as Adrian stood in front of his closet, staring at the row of shirts he didn’t remember buying, he realized there was nothing subtle anymore. The cotton polos, the pressed button-downs, the perfectly fitted sweaters—they were all Evan. His old hoodies and worn t-shirts were gone, tucked away somewhere or maybe thrown out. He didn’t ask. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. From the bedroom, Evan’s voice called out. “Try the navy one today. It’ll bring out your eyes.” Adrian’s fingers hesitated over the hanger. He should protest. He should say this is too much. But instead, he slipped the shirt from the rack and pulled it on.

As with everything else around here, my clothes are coordinated by colour, and I wonder just how long it might've taken whoever did this to get everything right. “I'm assuming you were looking for your clothes. You push this button to switch my clothes with yours,” He explains in a casual tone, pointing at the button he just pushed. I nod then glance back at the row of clothing displayed in a mesh of synchronized fabrics. My lips thin, “Are you some sort of Neat freak?” I blurt out, realising too late the words had burst out of me until Nikolai faces me. “Neat freak?” “Everything here is so organised. It's honestly creepy how well everything is done. Did you even do it yourself?"

I opened it and instantly felt the familiar surge of cold suspicion. Kim. She stood there, radiating a casual, almost blinding confidence. Her outfit today was another assault on my senses. She wore a sheer, black net gown over a tiny, neon-yellow thong bikini. The net was so open, it was like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Her large breasts were barely covered by the neon fabric, and yes, the cut of the thong was high and tight, practically framing the distinct V-line of her pelvis. She was a walking, talking display of everything I had told her Austin was fixated on. She was still pushing the boundaries.

Heather was marveled by the size of the building, customers trooping in and out and different cloth designs her eyes could reach. “Wow!” she exhaled heavily, smiling. “Follow me Miss Heather” Sophia said, heading into the building and dragging Heather’s bag along. “Come on baby” Heather smiled to Harry and they followed Sophia. Inside the clothing mall, a young black guy met Heather where she was busy staring at the beautiful dresses on the glass hangers and praising them in her heart. “Hello Miss, welcome to Strings collection or should I say welcome to Beijing first?” he said with a smile plastered on his handsome face.

Melvin hung up angrily. Joey shook her head in resignation. The next morning, Joey and Selena visited the expo after a night of recharge. They saw some new brands at the event. Selena and Joey, who were both wearing a mask, were browsing for new clothes in those new areas. Selena checked out the items and ranted in a quiet voice, "These clothes are so poorly designed. 3,999 dollars for a repetitive design? And they are made from regular chiffon." "It's for the brand. Our clothes are expensive too because Emmen is a renowned brand," Joey said with a smile.

"Tas, you're breaking hearts.” " Don't you think it's a little too much? "I asked, pretending to feel some trace of shyness. "No, girl. You look perfect," she said, smiling kindly. "I was afraid to look a little vulgar with the clothes I chose, but can you believe that nothing fits me anymore? I must have gained ten kilos without even realizing it. This dress was the only new piece of clothing I had that fit me and that fit the theme of partying on the beach. And, I know, I should have bought another one since I knew first than everyone else where the party would be, but despite what it may seem, I don't receive as much as my life as a madam makes me believe that I receive it.”

"Okay, if you say so. But I have nothing else to wear." "Well I can fix that problem." "He then came inside and went to the other bedroom and opened the cupboard. Wear any dress but it should fully cover you. Okay. I wore the jeans and we then went out. I realized that I was actually going wrong way that day. There was a proper path behind the house but It was through the forest but it was clean. We went out and I saw a small town down the hill as we came out of the forest. "Where do you wanna go??"