Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

It’s not in vain that she put all her might to create that dress. “You’ll certainly look wonderful if you wear that dress,” said Chin Hwa. He stood two steps away on Qeiza’s right side. Both his hands were hiding in the pockets of his trousers. His eyes flashed brightly, staring at the wedding dress before his eyes. Qeiza turned to Chin Hwa slightly. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “It is the dress that Joanna ordered. Why should I wear it?” “I’m just imagining my future bride wearing it,” said Chin Hwa. “And … it’s so much fun.”

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.

He was observing me and everything I wore. "I was about to sew it, Sebastian." He waved his hand and dismissed me. "You are my reflection, woman. I don't want someone to say that your clothes are rags. Especially Olivia Green. She won't stop pursuing me. She will say mean things to you and you have to fight. Money for money." I bit the inside of my cheeks. I agreed that I was his reflection, but everything he wore was either expensive or signature clothes. I'm afraid that if I wore them, someone might steal them away from me.

I inhale the manly scent looking at all of his neatly hanged clothes at one side, at the other side are different types of clothes set neatly there. I became fazed by the clothes I’m seeing, this is like my type of clothes, the type of wear I love wearing so much. I don’t think I need my clothes anymore, I mean he’s even bigger than this clothes now, I don’t think they’d fit him any longer, so they’re basically all mine.

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.

“Good luck to you. “Just a heads-up. The deal is final. Whatever happens, I don’t accept refunds or returns.” Cassie scoffed. “I’m not going to change my mind. I hope you don’t either.” She logged into my alternative account and threw herself into chatting up Camden. At a get-together a week later, Cassie was eager to show off her necklace. “Isn’t it pretty? It’s Van Cleef & Arpels’ newest floral collection. This piece alone is worth eight million bucks.

Cotton, linen, knits, and everything practical, everything easy to wear. But somehow, there were no dresses. No heels. No lace. Nothing ornamental. She stepped back slightly with arms crossing as she stared at the wardrobe. Then, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Of course. Keegan had noticed. She never wore dresses. He probably saw it long before she even realized it herself. Grace chuckled as she realized that she liked that about him—that observant side of him. But tonight is different and special. She wanted to wear something he would remember from her by.

I had been scared for a moment there that they called my plan. “Well, that makes sense, and I only took the most beautiful things. You see, I hand picked those dresses for you myself, my love, but I guess I don't know much about the fashion world.” He admitted Although I did not expect him to have gone through the entire fashion spree on his own. Maybe it had not been me; maybe if I were someone better, someone else. Then maybe he would have loved the person unconditionally but not to the point of being obsessed in an unhealthy way.

I'm trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. I stand in front of my closet. I scan through my clothes, searching for something that feels just right for the day. I spot my favorite casual gown hanging there—a soft, flowy fabric that feels like a gentle embrace against my skin. I pull it out and slip it on, feeling the fabric cascade around my legs. The color is a lovely shade of blue that always brightens my mood.