Closet Gamer Novels & Stories

He's the one in the wrong, everyone knows cars aren't allowed to drive on the main street during Mardi Gras! PRESENT DAY Klara (PoV) [Song: Bad Things - Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello] As we enter the huge mansion, I push Adriano against a wall. "I want these damn hand cuffs off" I demand, glaring at him. "I don't know, I think I like you all tied up" he replies looking up, pretending to consider my request. " I'm serious" I add. "So am I" he says huskily, flipping me around so that now I'm the one pushed against the wall.

Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated only by the faint, chaotic sweep of flashlight beams from the living room. We didn't have time to reach the elevator or the service garage. They had the exits blocked. In a move of absolute desperation, I kicked open the hidden flush panel of a small utility closet at the very end of the hall—a space meant for nothing more than network servers and extra linens. I dragged Malakai inside, pulling the heavy, reinforced door shut until the magnetic latch clicked into place with a sickeningly quiet snap. The darkness inside the closet was absolute, suffocating, and incredibly tight.