Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

He wasn't saying anything, he was staring at me like I had something on my face. "Uh... Good morning to you too. I am late for lectures and I gotta leave now." I said. "Change it." He ordered. "What?" "Change what you are wearing. You can only wear this for me, your entire body is showing off. I don't like it when other people stare at what's mine." And I completely forgot he is a psychopath. What is wrong with the clothes? Why buy them if you don't want me to wear them? "There is nothing wrong with my clothes. You don't expect me to dress like a grandma. You are just too much!" I protested but stomped off to change my clothes anyway.

we'll see who wears their clothing well Drumbob: Yeah, right as if you got fashion sense, Sadie Elecguit: OH MY GOSH, SADIE, PLEASE TELL ME YOU WORE THAT PLEATED SKIRT AND ANYTHING BUT YOUR HEARTS IN CIRCLES TEE Me: What's the problem with the tee? Elecguit: AGON BAIN WILL THINK WE ARE TOO OBSESSED OR SOMETHING Me: My body my choice Austin Elecguit: MY ASS SADES

I was going to ask him if he had any job aside from the pharmacy. I got to a section of the closet which was filled with many ladies’ wear and accessories. I took out a dress from the rack and observed it. I put it close to my chest to see if it was my size. To my surprise, it looked like it was my exact size. I shook my head and looked back at the multiple racks of various clothes which all looked like it was my size. There was no way I owed this many clothes. I was a singer and made many public appearances, but come on, what the hell was I supposed to do with over a thousand outfits?

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.

I have been put on cleaning duty, which according to Silvers file she is the best in this department, ew! I clean my nails and feel my stomach twisting let alone clean an actual room, the number of boogers, and sloppy food stains, I think my OCD is about to have a meltdown, not to mention the clothes this omega is currently wearing. Like, yes brown is not my color, on my real body but these clothes have holes in them, and there are patches of other clothes that hold on to not show a certain body part. Are you kidding me?

“Everything that matters. And you… you matter most.” The intensity made Adrian’s chest constrict. Public, yet private. A display, yet intimate. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Part of him wanted to. The rational side whispered caution, reminded him that outsiders could see the tension, the claim. But his heart, his body, the part that had finally admitted it long ago—he wanted it all. The possessiveness. The obsession. The claim.

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.