Chemistry Closet Novels & Stories

She said. I located where her voice was echoing from. I came in front of a door in my room which I had always walked past but never noticed. I slowly opened the door and entered the room. The room was as big as a whole living room. When I entered the room, what came into my mind was that I had entered a small mall located in the palace but I was wrong. This was my very closet. I had never stood before a closet this big in my entire life. The closet held different sections of designer dresses with authentic labeling. Example; there are three cabinets for a brand. The brand’s name is Dior. When you look at one cabinet, it has a label called classic wears. It holds a collection of expenses dres

The closet currently decked out in everything a girl could ever want or need. Everything from dresses to fancy formal wear to even shoes of every color. There was even a section for accessories and jewelry. Another shelf soon greets my gaze and instantly I pause, the sight of feminine hygiene products such as pads to toiletries to even makeup and perfumes all sat neatly upon the shelf untouched.

I quickly shook my head, and my response caused a mischievous smile to appear on his lips. I removed my gaze from him as I needed to open the door. Entering the walk-in closet—in a luxurious walk-in closet, I was once again impressed with the size. His closet is lined with shelves, providing ample storage, and includes wardrobes with glass fronts and internal lighting, showcasing the clothes within. His numerous clothing racks are filled with garments, neatly organized. Central Island provides a surface for organizing accessories that are mostly expensive wristwatches. Adjacent to this is two tufted ottomans offering seating within the closet space. There is a crystal chandelier hanging from

I said, my voice hoarse. "Of course," he said with a slight bow, setting the tray on a small table. "The closet is fully stocked. Please, take your time." He was gone as quietly as he came. I turned to the walk-in closet, my jaw almost dropping. It was a high-end boutique. Rows of designer gowns, racks of tailored pants, and shelves of silk shirts. Every size, every style. All in my size. I settled on a pair of tailored black trousers and a simple cream-colored silk blouse. I splashed cold water on my face, pulled my hair back into a severe knot, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Which was how they ended up here. They ducked into a janitor’s closet, squeezing through the narrow door and pulling it shut behind them. The small space was packed with cleaning supplies. Buckets, mops, and stacked cartons lined the walls, and the sharp smell of bleach hung thick in the air. It barely masked the scent of the three of them pressed together in such a confined space. The closet was cramped, forcing them into an awkward huddle. There was no room to maneuver, no way to avoid touching. Arms brushed against shoulders, backs pressed lightly against chests, and knees knocked together whenever one of them shifted.

He knew how to comfort someone now. I took a quick shower and went to Zachary’s walk-in closet. I was stunned to see that there was a separate space for female clothes, jewelries, and shoes in there. All were brand-new since they still had their tags. There were also female toiletries there. Zachary had everything prepared when I was asleep.

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

Mateo pursed his lips at the sound, wondering how a person could sound so delicate and small. There were 2 sections for hangers and below that were a few large drawers. The hangers had everything ranging from tops, proper shirts, dresses and the three drawers contained: lingerie, trousers, shorts and skirts respectively. There was another shoe rack beside the closet that she hadn’t paid attention to before. Though the color of most of the things were black, there were 2 colorful dresses. One was floral and the other was a pastel purple. If there weren’t any female members in this place, Nora wondered who picked out the things for her since she found them very beautiful.

Nothing looked out of place—my worn couch, the coffee table cluttered with Felicity's books, and the science experiment that she was working on. “Where is it?” Logan asked. “Bedroom closet,” I said, already moving toward it. Harris stayed near the front door, keeping watch, while Logan followed me into the bedroom. I paused at the closet door, my hand hovering over the handle. My heart raced—not with fear, but because of what I was about to reveal. "This is where I keep everything," I said quietly, gripping the handle and pulling the door open. The closet looked ordinary at first glance—rows of neatly hung clothes, a few shoe boxes on the floor. But buried beneath the boring closet was a sys

Vincent would prefer to stare at me with wide eyes and a tilted head until I grow curious enough to check it out myself. His method works. I peek inside, wondering if he's got a business suit he's outgrown and expects me to wear or another ridiculous thing like he plans to dress me in his college sweatshirt. But no. On the right side of the closet he's removed a small section of his clothing. There on the bar hang a few skirts and blouses with a collection of boxes I can only guess contain shoes on the floor.