Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

Late nights of mediocre pasta and salad at my office have made me forget what genuine ingredients of basil, fresh tomatoes and soft carrots taste like, especially when they're thrown together into a soup dish. I open my door and slump my shoulders when I see the unpacked bags lying open on my bed. Hours of work undone and a few more at dinner with Loretta made me forget I actually have clothes to unpack. Despite the tiredness pulling at my eyes, I push through and begin unpacking-underwear, socks and bras in the top drawer-separate, shirts in the second, bottoms in the third, and so forth. I spend an extra ten minutes making sure the fabric of each piece of clothing doesn't touch each other.

"They’re limited edition! Do you know how rare this is?" I nod absently, watching as she moves on to another shelf, her eyes glittering with excitement as she picks up a designer coat. "This would look so chic in my next interview, right?" she asks, posing in front of the mirror. Before I can answer, she’s already signaling a sales associate to ring it up. She doesn’t even check the price tag. Just swipes my card, again and again, like it’s a bottomless well. Something about it feels off. It’s not just indulgence; it’s obsession.

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.

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.

Expensive t-shirts and pants hung from hangers, and I trailed my fingers over the silk of a blue t-shirt, marveling at its softness. He wouldn't care if I chose an expensive t-shirt, would he? I thought, smiling to myself. I mean, all his clothes looked pricey. As I browsed, my gaze landed on a black and white t-shirt with a small bunny imprint near the chest. I examined the texture, checking the brand name - OGC. Sounds expensive, I thought, picking up the shirt. I scanned the closet again, noticing that all the clothes seemed to be from the same brand - OGC. No Gucci, Prada, or Louis Vuitton in sight. I wondered why Julian only seemed to wear this one brand.

Aria's POV I tug on the edges of my pencil skirt, adjusting it to right above my knees. Isobel lent us some of her work clothes. This reminds me of the times I used to sneak into my grandmother’s wardrobe and play dress-up with her old clothes and hats. It has that same familiar smell of lavender oil that granny also used to wear. I remember playing for hours imagining to be a wealthy aristocratic Lady who fell deeply in love with her wealthy husband who loves her even more than life itself. I release a deep sigh. I almost want to laugh at that idea now. I never in a million years would have thought that my future would include an arranged marriage. Although, Stefano has slowly been creeping

“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.”

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.