Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

she turned around with a stony face while speaking instead. "Wait! I have to change my clothes first!" my calling made her halt and slowly face me with her hands on her waist. Her stern look was making me impossible to talk. I wasn't afraid of her but I was confused. "Hurry up!" "Ah! Okay!" just two words that she coldly let out dazed me. I hurriedly closed the door. My eyes took notice of the wide cocoa-colored victorian closet just by the full-length mirror. As my hands swung the two-door wardrobe open, my vision chased the hanging outfits in different shades, designs, and seasons.

Searching through my clothless closet, I settled for a short gown that reached my knee since I was wearing the coat, and it was quite long, big, and thick. “Your fifteen minutes are up. Are you coming out, or should I go in?” His muffled voice rang outside the closet. “Geez, it's not even ten minutes yet. Give me a break.” I shouted back, struggling to drag my zipper up and failing. After all the trial and error, I called out to him, “Can you help me, please?” “Should I come in?” “Ye…” I didn't finish, and he walked in. “What is it?” He was staring at my face through the mirror.

he urged. I nodded, my heart racing. "I promise," I whispered. Clinton slammed the wardrobe door shut, enveloping me in darkness. The front door gust open and I heard hurried footsteps. I covered my mouth, suppressing a scream. I peeked through a small gap in the wardrobe and masked men surrounded Clinton, beating him up. He fought back, landing punches and kicks, but they were too many. A figure stood apart, watching the chaos. From my view, it was a huge man but I couldn't see his face. His voice rang out, cold and detached.

She, as a woman, was proud of the truth that she could have this man as her husband. However, she did not know that there were two people hiding in the tightly closed closet which was next to her. Skylar's heart was literally bursting. She could clearly hear Sienna's footsteps coming from outside the door. As long as Sienna opened the door of the closet, they would be exposed in the most embarrassing way. At this moment, a faint light filtered through the cracks of the closet. In the darkness, she felt that the man's face was very close to her, and his breathing was lightly sprinkling on her cheeks.

It was lunch break and Liana was walking in the lobby with Pat, both of them bound to part ways to continue their jobs when Liana heard an over dramatic gasp from Pat. An man in this 50s stepped in the place that caught everyone's attention. He is in a black suit and is wearing eyeglasses. His hair is almost white, as well as his thin beard. He is with his right hand. But above all, his presence sent a tension in the whole floor. As he walked inside, everyone made way for him. Everyone bows at him and walks away after like they're scared of his presence. "Who is he?" Liana whispered to Pat.

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"

Asher had asked him. “No.” Leo said, surprising him. “Not at first. I just was not brave enough to admit to myself that I was gay. Like you, I knew all too well what it would cost me. But then a few weeks later, I ran into him at a club when we all met u with a few of out friends. And he had this gorgeous man with him. And this guy was all over Jace. Each time he smiled at my man, I wanted to jump across the table and pull his dumb teeth out one by one.”

A frown was the only expression on Issac’s face at the time he entered the club. LEft and right he saw women with shiny outfits and heavy makeup. It was very unlikely for him to be at such places but today was not an ordinary day. He looked around for the guy who had called him to pick up Peace. On his way towards the bar stand, he felt a tug on his shirt from behind. His face crumpled and he looked around in disgust, His eyes met a girl with a black revealing outfit and dark makeup, rang when. She pulled him towards her and whispered into his ear.

When I turned back to face Julian, he seemed hesitant to close the door. We didn’t have time to waste. The longer he waited to close the door, the more likely we would be caught in this hallway. I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and closed myself into the closet. The door had slats in it, on a diagonal facing downwards. I was confident that I was fully hidden in the dark, but I could see outwards okay enough. Mostly, because of the downward slant to the slats, I saw Julian’s shirt and his legs and feet, but it was comforting that I could see even that much.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.