Chemistry Closet Novels & Stories

After that he put out the cigarette and went back to the room. Ava walked around the room,the stood before the floor to ceiling windows that was covered with a thick black curtain.she moved the curtain aside giving room for sunlight to illuminate the cold room. Just by the side of the room was a walk in closet. When she stepped inside the closet she was left mouth wide opened at what she saw before her. The closet was divided into two,one side contained all of Elias clothes and shoes and the other side was filled with ladies accessories. They were a lot of different clothes,shoes, bag and many other stuffs,just enough to open a boutique. All which were in her size.

he grunted, as if I were an underpaid stagehand interrupting his rehearsal. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I slipped inside, eyes fixed firmly on the top shelf where the bleach usually sat, doing my best not to step on any discarded clothing or… fluids. The closet was narrow, the air thick with the sour-sweet tang of too many overlapping perfumes, and I had to brush past them more than once just to reach the mop bucket. Each time, I felt a prickle under my skin, like standing too close to a live wire of hormones. “Close the door on your way out,” Fitch drawled lazily, his voice low, commanding—almost predatory. The kind of tone that made half the girls here swoon and the other half sharpen

I stare at the tiled wall. If they’re alive, then where are they? Who has them and Why? The bath ends as quietly as it began. She wraps me in a soft robe and guides me out, into a walk-in closet just beside the bathroom. And I stop, the room is filled. Dresses arranged by color. Shoes lined in perfect symmetry. Jewelry displayed in velvet trays. Bags. Makeup. Accessories. Everything a woman could possibly need. My breath falters. This wasn’t thrown together overnight.

Heh. Calvin’s closet was absurdly large. Clothes were arranged meticulously by style, season, and color, each piece hanging in perfect order. Whoever maintained this room either had severe OCD or was a complete neat freak. She opened the section where his pajamas were stored and grabbed one at random. As she did, her elbow accidentally bumped into a drawer. She hadn’t meant to look inside, but her gaze inadvertently landed on a small white bottle. The label was filled with complex, medical jargon, but a few words stood out—

When she flung the door open, I gasped in surprise. “Violet! This looks like a P*******t board!” “I know right?” she beamed. “This is what happens when boredom meets a little painkiller and a lot of online shopping.” I laughed and stepped in. The closet wasn’t overly large, but it was neatly organized. On one side were her shoes, heels, boots, flats, all arranged like a fashion boutique. On the other side, her clothes were lined up from casuals to workwear to night-out outfits.

She led me to the closet. The closet was so large I could not help but gasp. Luckily, she had closed the door because I gasped so loud, it would have been embarrassing for them to hear. It was literally a clothes boutique, so stylish, so gorgeous. There were rakes and shelves of clothes. Everything was automated, the rakes turning in a circular movement. The were long glass top shelves that I soon realized held such stunning jewellery. We passed the male section into the female section where it was literal heaven. So many dresses, so many breathtaking clothes a hundred percent my style. “When did he do this?”

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.

While Cahir's was a pristine white and gold, this one was decorated with varying shades of blue but it was not any less as grand and jaw-dropping as Cahir's. He threw open a door and walked it, pulling me along with him. "Ah – oh." I breathed out in amazement. The door he threw open led to a big closet. Although it was mostly empty, the sheer size of it made my mouth drop. Only a quarter of it was filled with things; dresses, jeans, a variety of shirts, bags, shoes and sneakers. The rest of the closet was empty but it had floor-to-ceiling shelves of pristine white. The closet was decorated with fairy lights but while I admired the place, Cahir turned them off. We were momentarily in darkness

“You’re not.” “Not even a little.” I straighten, already curious. “Come on. Open it. I want to see what you’ve got for me.” He doesn’t argue. He just opens the doors. I step inside and stop. The walk-in closet is enormous, the kind of space that makes you hesitate without realising why. Everything is immaculate, organised down to the last hanger. Colours are grouped neatly, fabrics spaced with care. It doesn’t feel obsessive. Just deliberate.

After a few seconds, her fingers brushed against it, and she flicked it on. Instantly, Claudia gasped, her eyes widening in awe at what she saw. The room was a beautifully arranged walk-in closet. Clothes of every kind hung neatly on different racks, with gowns, tops, trousers, and skirts all separated with care. One section displayed delicate underwear, another shimmered with rows of jewelry, and a third was lined with elegant shoes. In the corner stood a full-length mirror framed with lit bulbs beside a vanity table stocked with perfumes, lotions, and neatly arranged body care items.