Annie Closet Novels & Stories

Diana As I step into the walk-in closet, my breath catches in my throat. The space before me is nothing short of magnificent, a room that could easily grace the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. The closet stretches out, seemingly endless, divided neatly into two sections - his and hers. My eyes roam over the rows of designer clothes, each piece more beautiful than the last. Silk blouses, tailored suits, flowing dresses in every color imaginable. The shoe collection alone is enough to make my head spin - elegant heels, comfortable flats, and sturdy boots, all arranged in perfect order.

I wouldn't trust us. I pushed off a heavy three-layer quilt and kicked it down the length of the bed. I walked over to a door I suspected to be the bathroom attached to the room and entered it. Inside was a stone shower with a bench to sit on that had nine different shower heads. There was a vanity double sink matching stone counter stocked with accessories in the open cabinetry. As well as a separate toilet and sink room. I turned on the water to start making it hot and worked my way out of the dress and stuffed it into a trash can with immense hatred for it.

I sighed, and crumpled the paper into a little ball, throwing it over my shoulder before walking to the tiny closet. “You’re not getting out of it this time Aspen.” I said to no one, and started sifting through the immense amount of clothing in the small walk-in closet. Every kind of fabric hung on small padded hangers. Long dresses in every color shimmered under the light, made out of the softest satin and silk only a king could afford. Shelves were stacked with pants and t-shirts, and there was even an entire shelf just for different kinds of under garments. I picked up a small black and red lacy piece, holding it up to the light to get a good look at it before tossing it aside. Who even n

Once the adrenalin had worn off, Leila found herself exhausted. She dragged herself into her small apartment and ran a warm bath into the claw foot tub. The apartment had been designed for a soul occupant or a couple. It was one large room with a curtained off area that served as the bathroom. The bathroom sink was one of those antique deals that mounted directly into the wall with its metal plumbing exposed underneath. The bathroom walls were tiled with those white subway tiles and had a checkered floor. Shelves were built along the wall for storage.

The walk-in closet was much bigger than the one that was in Natie's room, and certainly had a lot more space than all her clothes could ever take up. If she had been some Beyoncé or any celebrity at all, maybe then her clothes would have been enough to fit into the closet, not take an eighth of the entire space. But, enough of the walk-in closet. Walk-in closets are overrated anyway! Now, the bathroom was amazing. Every antique piece either a drowsy grey or a perfect black. Not much of a surprise there; the heart of its owner was probably one hard, dark and cold place. Not what you were thinking when you threw your arms around him last week though. You were rather very very friendly with tha

She leaves in a cloud of rank perfume. Clarissa appears in the doorway, beckoning. "Hurry." I nod to Nico and step inside. The bathroom's nice. Pink mostly. Six stalls, only the far one occupied. Small hand soaps cover the counter with an assortment of other feminine hygiene products. I poke at the offerings and Clarissa glowers. "We don't get half this," I mutter.

One with anything and everything a girl might need. On the opposite side is just the same his wall lined with tuxedos and fancy shirts and ties. Rising to my feet I walk further into the walk in closet that seems to stretch for miles seems he does has everything that I could need here I gasp out looking at the sizes seeing that theses all are my size everything a perfect fit for my height body and shape. Ive never been much to look at if you asked me but Ive been told once or twice that I'm pretty beautiful. I peak through the active gear and find me a tank top and sweat pants with a new panty and bra set and make my way to the bathroom which holds a whirl pool tub big enough to hold ten peo

Before I did what I could only do in situations like this, I glanced at the wall again. “He can't see me like this,” I whispered to myself. Taking a deep breath, I explored the room for a spot where Knox would be decent enough to not install a camera. My mind wasn't at peace with anywhere save for the bathroom. I carefully pushed the door to the closet open. My eyes widened at the sight of its magnificence. The same beige coloured walls, warm lights and dark brown interior to give a perfect blend. It hit me after turning to my left that this wasn't just a closet for me, but a walk-in closet, with large personal space and a bathroom design of nothing I've ever seen in real life.

"There. Make sure you use the razor, darling. Runs in stockings are so passe." Stockings are so passe, I retorted mentally. Bitch thought to give me fashion advice? Seriously? Keeping my mental snorts to myself, I moved around her and headed for the bathroom. A huge golden knob sat in the middle of the paneled door. With barely a twist of my hand, it opened and swung inward. Stepping through, I bit back the gasp. It was gorgeous. Like nothing I'd ever seen before. Cathedral ceilings with white marble vanities. A ginormous travertine shower was almost as big as my entire loft apartment in New Trenadie. Even the toilet was pretty.

Had he brought this all here for me? After she left, I went to look behind the two doors that didn’t lead to the hallway one was an enormous walk-in closet that had a couch and coffee table inside, and the second was a large bathroom complete with standing shower and a large jacuzzi tub. I started running a bath excited, looking around, I realized my toiletries were already in here, so I left the room and gathered some clean clothes from the dresser, returning and locking the door.