Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

It exposed nearly three-quarters of her thighs, which were smooth as marble. Adine took a short walk to the walk-in closet just off the bedroom. There was a large wardrobe attached to the wall. She looked around for a moment; each cabinet held a different item. She stepped right in front of the closet with the clothes, then pushed open one of the doors. The stupidest thing she did was not to ask the owner first. "Are you going to let me freeze in here?" Adine turned her head towards Dominik, staring at the man's face, which was so handsome, with traces of water still on his facial skin.

How much that irks me to confirm from her eyes. Unusually, Aria went silent. She scrabbled around her closet, it has a centre parting that separated mine from hers. A high modern closet with pink colour. She scattered the wardrobe just to get a hoodie to wear as she off load the gown from her slim body. “ Hey, Aria are you okay?” I thew the apple stalk into the trash can, marching towards her. Everyone should be scared of Aria’s silence. She was like mom, when she’s flared up, she can do the unthinkable.

Vanished again. Now it was like Camille was taunting him, telling him that he would never catch her. She’d been under his nose this whole time. Keeping her secrets like treasure to her chest. She’d sprung a surprise on the sleepy town. Not one girl, not even two, but three girls who shared the same face and Luther Montgomery hadn’t been able to bring them all home. There was always one left.

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.

“That sounds like poor planning.” Jordy stared at him. “Get out.” Matt ignored him completely. Instead, he reached for the waistband of the shorts he had thrown on sometime during the night and pulled them down carelessly before stepping free of them. Jordy instantly looked away. “You are unbelievable.” Matt smiled as he stepped into the shower beside him. “After everything that happened last night, you are still shy?” “I am not shy.” “You are literally facing the wall.” “I just like tiles.” Matt laughed softly and reached for him, turning him around by the waist until they faced each other under the falling water.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

, I said coming out of the closet naked to the bathroom. I saw Mason bite his lips and locked the door. "No no no no no no no, Alice is downstairs, stay away from me", I said laughing and rushing into the bathroom and locked the door. He groaned, "Fine, I'll wait till we get on the plane", he said and I had a quick shower, cleaned up and walked back into my closet. Mason followed me and wrapped his arms around me from behind while I dressed up in front of the mirror. "Have you been fucked in front of a mirror before?", he asked.

I clear my throat, trying to dispel some of the knotted nerves through deep breaths, “I-I’m coming,” My eyes trail the black see-through lace lingerie that barely covered anything, even the matching string panties is in view. My breasts — small and perky — curved seductively beneath the sheer material. I’m not used to dressing like this. I’m already missing my comfortable baggy jeans and oversized polo. “This is for Helina,” I murmur, briefly closing my eyes. Taking a final deep breath, I walk out of the closet into the bedroom where three women appointed to choose a girl for the three triplet Alphas who are rumored to be monsters.

I walked over to the door and pulled it open. And my heart stopped beating. It was full. Clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, it was practically bursting at the seams. And everything in there looked like it was my style. Like it was made for me. I walked out of the closet and shut the door behind me. Adonis stood at the door, watching me with a smile. “What’s the matter?” He asked. “There are clothes in there.” “Yes, there are.” “They are all my size.” I cut him off, panic bubbling in my throat. “How….how is that even possible?”

The stairs and the looks of the pack members in the market kept with playing in my mind and I just knew I had to do something. The Elders could not hate me too. I could not allow that. When I came out of the closet, I was confused as to which dress will be perfect. Yes, it was about the 5th dress I was looking at, but I still had to change. My heart skipped a bit when I realized the maids were not in the room with me any longer.