Obsession Clothes Mga Nobela at Kwento

By looking the closet , she can say that they worth thousands or millions of dollar. She was looking around the closet , then a thought came in her mind. Why do he have female clothes in his closet along with his clothes? Were this clothes used by other women ? Did he brought many women here before ? If Yes, then why do he wants to marry her forcefully. It seems that he don't lack women.Such a discusting person.Luna was crushing Alexander in her mind.

I looked at the dresses on the mannequins, and they were all extravagant wedding gowns—white silk dresses, with lace and many layers that made them look enormous. Although I thought they were beautiful, they weren't my style at all. I continued walking and looking at the clothes racks. A woman approached me and then looked at Sebastian, who was perfectly handsome and neat, but with a casual shirt sleeved up to his elbows and stained with dirt. The woman was giving him a sidelong glance with a judgmental look that I couldn't stand.

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

I hiss and push it off the ledge. He takes off the shirt he has on in one fluid gyre and tosses it at my head. It smells Tobi-ish, and that is far more than i can handle. I splutter and cough at the fume and fling it off my face. It lands on the white chair at the end of our room, adding itself to the overflowing heap of dirty clothes. To be precise; Tobi's dirty clothes. I joke sometimes that our room looks like a container of Okrika clothes, those imported second-hand clothes sold for cheap prices at oil-mill market. For the record, that is a poor comparison, because at least Ok clothes don't smell like unwashed armpit–rather, they have a sharp nose-pricking chemical scent that's actually

I watch her go. I stare at all the boxes, feeling overwhelmed. I push one aside and start digging to find something to wear. I have always had a slight obsession with clothing; however, I am currently in dire need of getting out of this room. I’m more focused on finding any old thing to wear just for a taste of freedom.

Ansel smelled something fishy. “I don’t know. She seemed in hurry,” said Joanna. “She might not feel confident to show her works to strangers,” commented Ansel. “It could be so,” said Felix. “But, you can still give your opinion. She has sent me the pictures.” “Where are they? Send me!” asked Ansel. Ansel hurriedly opened his mobile phone. The tone of incoming messages sounded. Some pictures of wedding dresses soon decorated his phone screen. “This is pretty good.” Ansel told Felix. “It’s unique and suits your hobby.”

Also to avoid some people, I used to wake up extra earlier to wash the clothes of my part before others would even wake up. One day I was hanging the clothes at the yard to dry them. None of the pack members had woken up yet. The sky was not even clear properly. It was looking fresh and beautiful early in the morning. Suddenly I sensed someone's presence behind me. This someone behind me thing was really getting on my nerves. I turned back and found out Alex standing there. He was looking fresh as usual. Like a handsome fairy that just came down to earth early in the morning from the sky.

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

--- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache. A full-blown one. She tried dress after dress. Some were too light. Some were too heavy. Some were "almost right" but not quite. All she wanted was a decent pink dress and somehow that was the most complicated request known to retail. Diana and Lily were completely in their own world — whispering, debating, rejecting. I could already feel the fatigue settling in. I stepped away and walked around the boutique. I wasn't enthusiastic. I wasn't even interested. But then I saw it.