Obsession Clothes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Just as Wang Yi-An felt like her time was being wasted, Ma Xiao-Er was taking her time browsing around for the perfect dress. With her purse strapped around her shoulders, it was a cute cartoon kitten-head design, and she walks around with it in a cute pretty light pink long-dress with white lace. Men that walked by her would turn their heads to look at such a pretty and cute girl. Walking by stores after stores, she stared at the dresses that were displayed at the windows first before she decided to come inside. The store she went inside was one of Yang Corps’ most popular women’s apparel, meant to target young women in their early to late twenties.

The clothes that were laid out were a pair of black cycling sports shorts and a large jumper to go over them. The note simply read: "I want you to be comfortable principessa- k". My cheeks began to redden and heat up from the amount I was smiling. Images of his chiselled and sharp features began to flood my mind. I closed my eyes in order to see them more vividly, and resulted in biting my lip, imagining his perfectly toned body at the gym that day. Amara. Stop. What are you doing? I was brought out of my day dreaming state and snapped my head and focus onto the clothes that I needed to dress into.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

"Are you worried about me?" "In your dreams! I'm worried about myself. Can't you just get treatment for this condition or find someone else to trust?" Jackson tossed me a catalog. "Stop nagging and pick one. Tell me which you like." I flipped through it. The catalog was full of gorgeous evening gowns, the kind female celebrities wore on red carpets. My eyes practically sparkled looking at them, and I could feel myself drooling. Still, I snapped the catalog shut. "Boss, is this really something a lowly office worker should be looking at?"

Nothing fancy—but it was clean, and the food was good. After eating, I went window shopping… and, admittedly, judging people a little. Not too harshly. Just mild commentary in my head. I wasn’t looking for trouble, after all. I entered a clothing store first. The outfits were beautiful—but ridiculously expensive. There were customers acting overly cutesy, too. “Which one suits me better? Both? Oh no, I know I look good in both—but choose one!” I almost rolled my eyes. They didn’t even buy anything in the end.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

"I need to buy the latest 'VJ' bag that just came out. You know it's my favourite brand. And there's a dress that really caught my fancy at that clothes store we visited last month. It's still available. It's designed by the legendary Peony herself. I want to be the one wearing it!" Roberto felt a headache coming on, resisting the urge to facepalm, "Most of the clothes you bought last month, you haven't finished wearing them. And I bought you a bag last month as well. You know how the company is at the moment. I can't casually throw away that kind of money on trivial things," "Roberto, did you just say trivial? I had boasted, no, I had sworn to my friends that I would be wearing a Peony crea

The room was stunning, decorated in rich colors and textures. A large bed dominated the space, with luxurious linens and an array of pillows that seemed to invite relaxation. A massive walk-in closet stood to one side, its doors slightly ajar. I hadn’t paid attention or noticed this other wardrobe before, when I’d looked into the empty closet earlier. Curiosity stirred within me as I walked over, peering inside. What awaited me was nothing short of overwhelming. The closet was filled with a vast array of clothing—everything from casual wear to elegant dresses and, yes, seductive pieces that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.