Novel & Cerita Faces In The Closet

I commanded, instantly, the three clown faces turned red. They were wearing hell-fashioned dresses—revealing their cleavages that can burn my eyes out of disgust. It can't even hide the layers of their fats. Oh god, how could they wear those hideous clothing? Though, the taller one with shades in the middle suits what she's wearing, but her chest is too full! I saw how she narrowed her brow behind those shades. Well, I don't give a fuck. "Say what?!" she madly asked as I rolled my eyes to this self-proclaimed deaf.

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.

Sarah and Brittany were already there, picking at salads. "Hey, Chlo," Sarah said, eyeing my dress. "Love the fit. You look different today. Did you get a facial or something? Your skin is literally glowing." "Just a change in perspective," I said, taking a bite of an apple. I looked toward the back of the room. There, sitting at a sticky table near the trash cans, was my old body. She looked miserable. "Ugh, look at Pizza Face over there," Brittany sneered, nodding toward Chloe. "She’s actually sitting in public. Someone should tell her the circus is in town."

A groan slipped from my lips. “I am so screwed,” I muttered and slipped it on over myself. Kaden usually wore his clothes baggy so the hoodie was practically a dress, stopping just above my knee. Feeling uncomfortable being naked underneath, I rummaged through his closet, looking for shorts that were held by drawstrings. I found one and it looked even more ridiculous on me. But I would rather look like a child than accidentally flash someone if I bent over too much. The moment I opened the door, I was hounded by the other women, all dressed in their respective mates’ clothing.

The closet door swung open entirely, flooding the dim alcove with the bright, harsh fluorescent light of the service hallway. Instinct took over. Jeremy instantly stepped directly in front of me, his towering, broad shoulders completely blocking my body from view. His back was turned entirely to the doorway, his head ducked low into the shadows of the top shelf, hiding his face completely. I was trapped between his chest and the wall, frantically holding the back of my unzipped dress together with both hands. Maya stopped dead in the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she stared into the closet. From her angle, in the blinding light, she couldn't see the guy’s face at all. His dark hair and hunc

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

When I woke up, I was not met with the blank hospital ceiling, but with a face I hated. Coco sat beside me, humming as she peeled an apple, looking perfectly at ease. When she saw my eyes open, she quickly shifted to a concerned expression. "Suri, you scared me. I—" I pushed her away. "Get away from me. You make me sick." Coco rolled her eyes in frustration. Her rosy cheeks betrayed her fake cold, and her pale lips were clearly makeup. Only a clueless man like Max would fall for such obvious acting. When her sympathetic act failed, Coco tried a different approach. "Suri, that poor innocent baby... Why did you do it?" She even managed to squeeze out a few tears, worthy of an award.

I press Mona Lisa's nose, and the door on the side automatically opens. Yay, I'm so clever, girl! In fairness, the secret room is huge. Where are you, ugly old man? I walk quietly to surprise him. But I'm the one who was surprised! He's sitting there without a shirt, and still wearing a mask! I didn't mind those abs of his. My mission is to reveal his ugly face. But girl, his 8-pack abs are distracting! Good thing his beautiful body makes up for his ugly face. I took out my cell phone and chose a song to play.

The three men abruptly stopped, making silence descend upon the room. One of the men growled, "There's someone in the closet!" Shit! I'd been too loud! They were going to find me! How was I going to explain myself when they opened the closet door to see their colleague's wife naked inside? Also, would they take me in Mrs. Court's place? Was I going to be forced onto my back on the board? Would they spread my legs and… My legs trembled at that thought. Just then, I saw one of the men approach the closet. That wasn't the worst part—I could see his huge member through the gap between the doors.

And that it was him of all people… I reached up to brush a wet strand of silver hair from my face, trying to compose myself. I wasn’t going to let him win. I wasn’t going to let him control me. But just as I turned to face the wardrobe to find something—anything—to wear, I froze. The closet door opened, and inside, there was nothing but a selection of ridiculously revealing clothes. Tight, short skirts, barely-there tops, and dresses that looked like they belonged to some kind of… guest.