Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

I asked before my gaze looked down from his handsome face to what he was currently holding. “I need your permission to buy these,” he answered like an excited kid. I set aside some souvenir stuff in my hands to take a look at what he wanted me to see. I wanted to burst into laughter after unfolding the clothes in front of me. Those were summer getaway couple shirts and shorts. The shirts do not have sleeves and those were indeed perfect for summer—although it was no longer summer here anymore.

Nothing happens. I smiled and put my coffee on her nightstand. “Do you think you could lend me comfortable clothes? I'm dying of heat,” I explained as I folded my shirt sleeves. I don't know what I was thinking when I enlisted. “Clear! No problem.” Paola opened her huge closet and began to rummage through her infinite collection of clothes. I walked over and leaned my back against her closet. She hadn't changed at all and neither had I. Her personal style consisted of very bold colors and she always dressed in line with fashion trends while my style was simpler and more formal, and I also loved her wardrobe choices.

I shall learn to observe their ways more closer. With a dull sigh of fatigue, I rise to wear the clothes she brought for me. It is a simple dress not as extravagant as what I wore back home. It is flimsy and very light in weight yet it is a little too sheer for my liking. I do not like to expose my flesh too much for I despise receiving unwanted attention. Is this what Phobos wishes me to wear, like the other females of his pack?

Believe it or not, as a fashion designer clothes are my stress relievers. I looked at myself in the mirror, I have lost some weight maybe it's because I wasn't eating enough. I turned around and checked out my butt from over my shoulder. "Fucking hell" I heard a deep husky voice from behind me. I turned immediately and saw Sebastian, there he stood, his eyes popping out of their sockets, mouth opening and closing like a fish. And the first thing that came out of his mouth was an utter disappointment. "Why are you dressed like that?! Why is this dress so short?! It looks slutty!" he gritted out

"Ten minutes pass, and I'm still standing in front of the wardrobe, overwhelmed by the vast array of clothes. I let out a frustrated sigh, marveling at how Hattie navigates this fashion labyrinth with ease. To me, it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack - every piece seems to blend together in a dazzling display of colors and patterns. I'm starting to feel like I need a map to decipher Hattie's wardrobe!" "I'm surrounded by a rainbow of stunning dresses, each one more breathtaking than the last. My eyes dart from one exquisite design to another, and I find myself paralyzed by choice. Every dress is a work of art, begging to be worn, and I'm torn between them. I'm utterly unable to de

Marco opened the door which led them to the walk-in-closet which is already filled with clothes, there are lots of pretty colorful dresses, various heels with couture brands, and bags from famous brands. "Wow... I will look like a world socialite wearing those clothes!" Said Jazzy laughing. Her eyes shine with delight and awe. "You Will look more amazing than the other girls! Wearing any clothes ... Especially without clothes." "Ooh ... Looks like I'm starting to like you, Mr. Alpha!" Jazzy said touching a peach-colored mini dress with beautiful floral lace. She likes it. "You like me because I want you without clothes on?" "Of course not, silly! Because of all this! But you once said, you d

“Whatever Cactus. Can you just get all the dresses and go inside the fitting room already?” This demanding baboon. That's what I did. I lift my chin up to push the entire clothesline in the fitting room and put on each dress one by one. I go out for them to see and sometimes I regret doing it because of the sharpness of this monkey's tongue, you hear a lot that is not good. “What's that Clyne. You seem to have lacked fabric in your clothes,” Tsong commented. “It's what you call style, Vince. That's the trending right now don't you know?” his friend replied.

Hana asked curiously, "Must we buy?" The older woman nodded firmly. Hana said, "We'll buy." The rope suddenly leaves Hana with Henry. The two got up and walked around the small shop, Hana choosing a black waist dress. Henry picked a brown leather cloak. As they both placed the item on the counter, the old woman said, "Leave something you think you don't need in the future." After they left the store, there was endless space in front of them. Not as bustling as the scenery of the night market. Looking back, the sprawling store was sprawled out with a half-dropped sign. Henry squealed in horror, "The Obsess shop."

she added “and they get to see celebs and all those rich and famous people” she said again “I wonder why you're so obsessed with celebrities and higher people” I stated as I picked up a brown thick leather jacket. It had a hood covered with brown fur at the hem. I think I like this one “I agree. I'm obsessed. But I'm just aspiring to be like them” she said and hung the jacket she was looking at “how about this?” I asked, pulling the brown jacket to my chest

I shake a fist in the air, but he doesn’t even crack a smile. “I smelled your perfume when you hit the liquor aisle. Figured you were back there somewhere.” “Dude, that is not perfume. I need to tone down the peppermint body wash and the essential oils I diffuse.” He looks down at his hands. “Don’t. I like it. Reminds me of Christmas.” I huff out a laugh. “Just call me jolly old Mrs. Claus. All I need is a big red velvet dress with white fur. Maybe I can get a side gig at Macy’s during the holidays.”