Chemistry Closet Novels & Stories

I inhale deeply, savoring the earthiness that clings to the air before turning to the rest of my morning. The closet greets me with orderly rows of fabric and color, a testament to my exacting nature. Deep jewel tones and soft, neutral palettes line the shelves, each piece carefully selected to project a different facet of my persona. In the back corner, hidden in the shadow of the door, a soft leather jacket hangs among the business wear, its presence both foreign and familiar. I do not touch it. Not today.

I asked knowing she wouldn’t say anything about me being casual with the king’s name. She shrugged. “I would assume so or it could be that he wants to move closer to first base, instead of kisses on the forehead.” Geegee teased. I playfully pushed her on the shoulder. "Anyways, speaking of which, what would you like to wear?" She led me to a walk-in closet that was the size of my entire room. Built in shelves ran the entire closet perimeter and, in the center, lay a gray ottoman and a body sized mirror. I'd never seen so many clothes in my life. Not just clothes, but accessories as well. Sunglasses, shoes, and purses all were highlighted in lit up cubbies. All color coordinated. The closet w

I asked as the door opened and I stared my mouth open. This was unbelievable. It was a room. Calling it a room wasn't doing it justice. It was fucking huge. It was divided into different sections for different things. It was also very cold. I shivered “The temperature is to keep everything preserved,” he said as he led me down to a section. “These are where my clothes are” he pressed a button and the door opened leading us to another room. It was a huge Fucking closet and the clothes were dated according to century. Each century had a section of its own.

I would have loved to stay there forever, relaxed and free of worries. I opened the door to the walk-in closet and my eyes sparkled again. It never ceased to amaze me whenever I came here. Who knew some people kept clothes in separate rooms? The clothes were a large variety of different styles and levels of casualness, no matter the occasion I thought of, there was a cloth to match it in here. There were even latex straps for sex. I blushed as I saw that and looked away quickly. I went to a section where there were simple gowns, I closed my eyes and picked one randomly. If I decided to pick one normally, I would probably spend hours in this closet trying to make up my mind; all of them were

There was another candelabra in the corner near the tub. The closet had dark, wooden doors and it opened a foot and a half deep with a clothing rod and a shelf at the top. I closed the closet doors and walked to my suitcase, dropping to my knees and opening it. Using the hangers that were on the rod, I hung my shirts and pants, and put my underwear in the drawers of the dresser to the left of the bed.

A cozy lounge area with a glass coffee table and a sectional sofa faces an electric fireplace, giving the room a warm, inviting feel. A long corridor leads to the en-suite bathroom, and opposite it is a walk-in closet. The closet is more than just a space for clothes. I walk to the closet, opening it. My jaw drops at once as I take in my own high fashion store. Rows of neatly arranged outfits fill the shelves and hangers, ranging from casual wear to professional attire and scrubs. Every single piece reflects my style, as if Levi could read my mind. I freeze for a moment, unable to process what I’m seeing. Elias stops behind me, and I turn just in time to catch his brows drawing together in a

It had an open space in the center complete with a small bench to sit on, full-length mirrors, and already had a section of clothing for Wyatt, Xander, and more stuff for me than I remember having here. There was a whole section just for shoes, purses, jewelry, and then of course my clothing. Every section had drawers for things, the boys' ties and watches elegantly laid out, there was even a small hatch in the wall that would lead all the dirty laundry down to the laundry room. I avoided the back of the closet that had a section of missing stuff, I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment as I stepped out of the closet.

His handwriting was thin and neat, hard to read at a glance. I pushed on another door and found myself in a closet. The air inside smelled faintly of clean linen and faint cologne. Rows of black shirts hung neatly in place, alongside a few white ones. Shoes lined the lower shelves, polished until they almost shone. I stood there for a while, quietly surprised. Somehow I had imagined Perth’s closet would be empty—just a few things thrown together. But this… it was almost painfully organized. When I closed the door again, I spotted another one near the far corner. I tried the handle, but it didn’t move. Locked.

A huge mirror and drawers and drawers of skin care. Back to the room, I opened up the closet and I thought I could not be surprised further, there was large walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, different designers,boots, sneakers, heels, sweaters, dresses, shirts.. most disturbing thing was everything was my size, it felt like the entire room was for…. Me.

A soft swosh came from the wall, and a door revealed itself and began to open. They both entered the closet, and Nicholas took a look at the clothes and shoes that were there and sighed. "I think I will have to call Kelvin. My closet is overflowing with clothes again, and I don't think I have worn half of them." Kelvin was his personal shopper, and he was going to call him to dejunk some of them and probably donate them to an orphanage, or he could do a sale and donate the money.