Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

I went into my room, I locked my door and went towards my wardrobe, I stripped myself naked first and took my face wipes, I wiped my face throughly, the face make over is already making me feel uncomfortable, I felt so stressed, I have never ever being this stressed in a while! The fact that I needed to smile sheepishly and pretend to be happy when deep down in my heart I’m truly not happy.

I slam my eyes shut in disappointment, “Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought I got rid of them? They weren’t convinced enough? When the hell did they walk into this place?” I bite my lower lip as I slowly push my head out of the wardrobe, giving an awkward laugh, then I slowly step out, covering him with my body in the process, still trying to hide him… another foolish mistake. I’m not sure who I’m protecting, tho, the police officers, or the devil I have in my closet. “Who’s in there with you?” The officer barks, the particularly annoying one always standing by the right. “No one,” I lie, trying to come up with a believable explanation because apparently, the last attempt was a total fail! “I kinda

"Where's the panic room?" "Here," Karl said, ushering the three women into Jozef and Shaun's bedroom. Fatima scooped up Fitzy and carried him. Shaun clutched her hot water bottle and obediently followed Karl. Her mouth fell open in surprise when he escorted them through her huge closet and opened a panel at the back. She hadn't noticed it before as it blended into the wall. He punched in a code and the back of the closet disappeared as a door swung open. "You didn't tell me you had one of these," Fatima said accusingly to her daughter.

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

I felt fresh hatred grow as I heard the man moan with every touch. I should be the one moaning at his touch, not some dude who looks like he has never been kissed in his life. “Desperate fool,” I cursed under my breath as I sobbed silently. The closet was becoming more and more uncomfortable, making it hard for me to breathe. Should I come out and stop this? I thought to myself. “What if Nicholas punishes me for this? I bit my lower lips painfully, knowing I couldn’t come out now. And as I tried to adjust my legs again, I slipped and fell out of the closet, hitting my shoulder on the floor.

An unwelcome slideshow of images played on repeat behind my eyes. That smile. It haunted me. It wasn’t the kind of smile someone gives when they’re being polite, or even grateful. No, this was different. I could still see it behind my eyelids. That look on his face. And that was the problem. The damn, beautiful, heartbreaking problem. I cursed under my breath and turned off the water. Five minutes later, I found myself standing in my walk-in closet, towel slung over my shoulders, staring at rows of neatly pressed suits. Custom-tailored. Arranged by color. Every detail in its place.

Nobody to stop him as he dragged me like i was his freaking property and not a person. He dragged me till we got to the Janitor's closet and stripped off his shirt and flung in my face. "There are cleaning supplies in here, So start washing it now!" I peeled the shirt off my face to look straight at his washboard abs and then quickly looked away and made it look like i was searching for a bucket or something...anything. "Can't you just ask someone for their shirt?" I asked him, then suddenly a silence that could be sliced through entered the closet.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. CHAPTER 50 Emily's POV So when I turn and see who it is, I'm full of admiration. I forget I'm naked before a stranger and begin to admire him. The guy from beautiful pieces. I knew the heavens had smiled on me the moment I saw him again.

I eventually find the closet, which has a lot of men’s clothes on one side, but the other side is full of dresses, blouses, and skirts, which makes me sigh, yet another place where I can’t be myself. It shouldn’t bother me, but seeing these women’s clothes alongside what I’m assuming to be his makes my heart drop, thinking that he must already have a girl or woman in his life and sharing his room. Walking farther into the closet until I find a full-length mirror that I can approach. I take a step closer, pausing barely an inch away from the mirror, allowing the sleeve of my dressing gown to slide off my shoulder once more. I examine the bite, expecting to find an imprint of his teeth, but wh

but why his face is looking soo familiar in this angle. "Did we met before?" I asked him. He raised his head with a smirk on his face. "Have you hitted your head somewhere? What type of stupid question is this?" He asked "I mean before our first meeting in the restaurant" i clarify. He looked me for sometime as if judging something "No" he denied. "Hmm" i nodded. Present Day I am in the closet cleaning my wardrobe as it was really messy...i found his shirt in between my clothes. It must be the deed of mita di. She must have mistakenly put it along with my clothes.