Face In The Closet Novels & Stories

I voice my frustration at his last question. "That's odd," he hums. "Because I swear, I can feel eyes on me. The feeling makes my skin itch worse than poisonous plants." I open my mouth, but before I can make a sound, the formal wear closet door flies open. Our heads shoot in the closet direction to watch a man drop a couple of hangers with my best coats and snort. "So much for the surprise; thanks, Walmart detective. Oh, and thanks for making me come out of the bloody closet again; I thought we were past that stage."

My pale face. I looked exhausted and broken. And suddenly something inside me snapped quietly. No. I refused to spend whatever time I had left crying over Vincent Hale. If he wouldn’t come to me emotionally… then maybe I needed to stop waiting for emotions entirely. Slowly, I walked back toward my closet. My eyes finally landed on a tiny pair of shorts hidden near the back and a tube top that exposed almost everything Vincent spent years pretending not to notice. My heart raced nervously while changing into them.

When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear,

I quickly ran into the closet with full speed and shut it behind me blocking out Dwayne’s roars of laughter. How did I not notice I wasn’t wearing any clothes, was it because of the heat I was currently going through? It had subsided ever since I… played with myself. But I knew it was still going to come back, it was just holding on and waiting for a very bad time to appear and I was nowhere near ready for it. The next time it decided to show, it was going to be worse than the other gut wrenching two times, I could feel it. I put on a pair of shorts and tank top and left the closet, walking into the room with my face looking like a tomato, he had just seen everything, from my hoo-ha to my… e

Before I knew it, he approached me, closing the distance between us, forcefully pulling me into the closet. I shifted away from him, observing as he rummaged through the clothes, searching for a suitable replacement. Eventually, he produced a black lace gown that would hug my curves, cascading down to the floor. However, when he turned to face me, I had already slipped out of the closet and back into the room. I watched as his face paled, his frustration growing. "Would you come right here!" He yelled at me, and reluctantly, I approached him, careful to maintain a safe distance.

*Anna* “Oh, dear God!” I exclaim, staring at two older women getting it on in a storage closet in one of the many department stores I own. “What the hell is going on?” “Close the door!” one of the women screeches. She’s attempting to pull her shirt over her exposed breasts, but it’s a button-down, and her boobs are still showing between the gaps. “I’ll close it long enough for the two of you to make yourselves presentable, but then, well, you’re in big trouble!” I tell them, closing the door.

Someone who sees you, said the quiet part of my mind. I pressed my lips together and looked away from that thought. I hung the dress carefully on the hook on the back of my closet door — not inside, where it might crease — and then I did something I almost never did. I went back to the mirror and really looked. Not quickly, not with the habitual flinch that had become second nature. I stood in front of it in my robe with the morning light coming through the curtains and I looked at my own face for a long, honest moment.

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

I can feel his laughing sound coming close to me. “Yes, Mrs Rawat, but the girl is my wife and no man would be ashamed of nude in front of his wife,” He whined into my ears and he nuzzled around my neck. “If you say, I can remove it, too,” He whispered huskily. “Shut up,” I ran towards the bathroom or closet and locked the door from inside, I can still hear his laughing voice. I found it was a walk-in closet, a vast closet I have never seen like this before. I stepped ahead and found a door, it was a bathroom. I inhaled breath in relief.

I could make as many keys as I want from the engraving but no one can take my single body out of my grave if he finds out. He returned to the room and was looking around. Suddenly his eyes stopped on the closet door. He started walking towards the closest and in no time the closet door opened and Zander barged in. He looked frantically everywhere inside the closet. His face turned to the column of clothes behind which I was hiding. He walked to it like a predator. I gulp down my nervousness . One big hand removed the clothes in front of my face. I looked up and gave him my best thousand Megawatt smile which he returned with one of his tight lip smiles.