Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

That was exactly why she had stubbornly believed my injuries were nothing more than surface wounds. In her mind, it had only been a small lesson. How could something like that possibly lead to someone laying such a heavy hand on me? The officer’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he ordered his team to bring in the person Mom had named. The man’s name was Lenny Hill, a well-known street thug in the area. When they dragged him in, he didn’t look nervous at all. If anything, he seemed oddly composed, as if none of this concerned him.

They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

We weren’t… anything. I bit my lip, swallowing my words. "Thank you," I muttered, voice barely above a whisper, and turned to adjust the clothes in my closet, doing my best to appear occupied. He remained silent for a long moment, watching me. Then, softly, the question came: "Why is your closet full of female clothes?" I froze. Panic flooded me. How could I have been so careless? How could I have allowed my secret to lie bare before him? I considered a few lies, quick excuses to cover the truth, but none fit. Every potential deception contradicted the identity I had carefully cultivated. Exposure was inevitable.

I usher Jared inside before slipping in after him, taking care to close the door as noiselessly as possible. With the door secured, I straightened up to fit us both inside the cramped space of the closet. But as I did, I was struck by the realization of just how close Jared and I were. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. I couldn't help but feel a sheen of sweat on my palms, my nerves jangling as I struggled to focus on our current situation.

But before she could glimpse at anything, she immediately ran out of the closet, yelling at him for been a pervert. Zayn walk out of the closet in grey sweatpants and plain white shirt, grinning at his wife who has tainted neck and cheek. She adjust her dove hijab before walking into the closet to change. She wore a cotton nightdress and tying her head neatly with lighter dove hijab, before leaving the closet to join him on the bed but she turn around to face the other side, their backs facing each other.

This would definitely make me stand out. I went out of the closet, fully dressed, and saw Axel waiting for me on one of the chairs. He had a black suit on, a similar color to mine, and it fit his body perfectly! I think we’d make quite an entrance once we got down. As soon as I got out of the closet, Axel turned his head to look at me. His mouth slightly went agape, and he wasn't able to say anything. He was just looking at me with wide eyes.

He reeked of gloom and violence. He looked at no one, walking straight to the main table with dead eyes. Seeing that familiar face, my breath caught for a split second. My nails dug into my palms. I turned to the side door. But at that exact second, the spotlight shifted and hit me dead on. Under the bright beam, my new, cold face was fully exposed. And in that second, Killian's footsteps stopped. He whipped his head around. His eyes locked onto me. His breath hitched violently.

Then Black came to the rescue. “To your left, there's a door. It's an old janitor's closet. Get in, you can change into a uniform. Just make sure your face is hidden.” I grabbed the door handle, yanking it open and shutting it slowly behind me. The closet was small, almost claustrophobic but now wasn't the time to think about all that. I grabbed the closest uniform to me and pulled it over my head, not thinking about the musty smell. The guards were right outside and they were very close to the door.

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man walked in and said in a teasing voice, “What are you up to? Your face is so flushed.” “Oh, just feeling a little lonely. You know how it is,” Grace said in a playful, seductive tone. Suddenly, something slammed loudly against the closet door. It startled me so much that I almost let out a sound. Then, the whole closet started rattling. I could feel someone pressed against it. I could hear muffled murmurs filtering through the cracks, which made my face flush and my heart race. After what felt like an eternity, the closet door swung open. I squinted as the bright light almost blinded me.