Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

THE CONTRACT Lilian stood in front of her father as he presented her the contract and her step sister abandoned wedding dress. With tears streaming down her face , she yelled at him “ You can’t do this to me! You can’t make me seriously put on a wedding dress and walk down the aisle to a man waiting for Cindy!”. “ I can’t just throw two years of my life to a man I don’t know!. What do I tell Ben?. I already said yes to his proposal”.

I put the dress into the trolley without looking at the price tag. I don't care about the price because I must buy the dress. I bought 2 other dresses in that section before leaving there. I saw Sebastian holding a blue shirt, a white and blue polo and a face cap. He bought two of the same type of clothes, so I asked him why he bought two and he said he just saw the two and his mind told him to pick the two. "Are you expecting two boys," I asked him "Well, I think you will be having two boys"

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room

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 ask when she introduces herself as she tugs the cloth covering the first rack off. I forget her name as soon as she says it when I get a look at what's on those racks. Clothes. Not just any clothes. Two racks full of designer clothes. Casual and formal wear, dresses and jeans and tops and boxes and boxes of shoes. "I think he got your size right. A four?" "What?" I ask. "Mr. Adams ordered the clothes. He said if you don't like something, you're to send it back." What did he do?

” A wave of panic surged through my being. I couldn’t. An imperceptible tiny bump existed which remained barely visible yet detectable. My head performed an oscillating motion. “Maybe later. I am just tired. ” She frowned. The clothes you wear have become excessively loose and oversized recently. This behavior is not characteristic of your usual actions. ” The rhythmic beating of my heart ceased abruptly. The intense scrutiny of Alexander's eyes seared into me with relentless sharpness. My eyes never met his form. My abilities failed to allow me.

he said again, slowly like I didn’t understand this. “That’s what I’m wearing,” I said. I was getting irritated. “As in... Victrolla Secret type shit. Silk, robes, lingerie,” he said. My jaw dropped. My ran raced thinking of the brand. It was not the type of pajamas I was thinking. It was an expensive clothing store that had the kind of undergarments that made men’s tongues rolls out of their mouths and their dick stand. “Fuck,” I cursed. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

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 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.