Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

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."

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.”

He seemed relieved like a boarding had been lifted off his shoulders. Lena hit him as she jumped off her bed and landed on the ground. She walked over to her closet and pulled out an outfit. “What do you think about this??!” Lena asked Mason. She held the dress above her head in a playful manner and wiggled it showing it to Mason. Mason's eyes followed the dress as it danced around in Lena's hands “Nope something else” Mason isn’t a fan of dresses he admired her when she wore trousers, shorts and tops more than when she wore a dress.

"has been the face of Clothes over Bros for years now and I don't see that changing any time soon." Clothes over Bros was the leading fashion company owned by his dear but not so dear mother Bianca Sebastiani who was an American. She'd named her company that after she broke up with her long time boyfriend who was a male model for Hugo boss at the time and before she met Mitchell Sebastiani whom she later fell in love with and married.

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 shook my head at the extravagant way Jackson loved to show he cared. I looked at the money, as I smiled. Guess the fucking plan is in motion but for now, lets get some shoppig done. I texted Blue to meet me at the mall and she said she would be there in ten minutes. *********************************************** As we walked around the mall with two carts; one filled with groceries and the others with different clothes, shoes, bags and a lot of stuff. We passed a channel store and my eyes caught an amazing purse, “I need that.” I said

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

He didn’t bother asking her opinion, just led her straight to the couture outlet. Inside, Tessa was presented with rows of gowns that shimmered under the soft lights. Raymond excused himself to take a call, leaving her standing there among silks and sequins that felt like costumes for someone else’s life. She trailed her fingers across the fabrics, sighing. Two years married, and this was the first time he’d ever brought her here. Behind her, the sales associates whispered, not nearly as quietly as they thought. “That’s Mrs. Anderson? No wonder he’s having an affair.”

At the end we left the store with 3 bags full of shirts, shoes and pants. As I walk I have the slight impression that someone is watching me. It's a strange and uncomfortable feeling, so I secretly turn around in search of something. It only takes me a few seconds to go through my entire environment, but I can't find anything. I shake my head and focus on Karla and the road They are my ideas " I liked the shoes "I tell Karla to lighten the mood " White is your color. "I think the same"she smiles as her cheeks turn a dull pink