Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

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.

An unwelcome slideshow of images played on repeat behind my eyes. That smile. It haunted me. It wasn’t the kind of smile someone gives when they’re being polite, or even grateful. No, this was different. I could still see it behind my eyelids. That look on his face. And that was the problem. The damn, beautiful, heartbreaking problem. I cursed under my breath and turned off the water. Five minutes later, I found myself standing in my walk-in closet, towel slung over my shoulders, staring at rows of neatly pressed suits. Custom-tailored. Arranged by color. Every detail in its place.

“H-Huh? O-Okay…” Then there they are, dragging me inside a walk-in closet inside the makeup room. How many rooms do they have? And all of them were so big! Just like this walk-in closet, it’s full of dresses and different types of footwear. I wonder why there is a woman’s closet inside that demon’s house. Oh my God, don’t tell me he’s gay?! I knew it! He’s gay!

but why his face is looking soo familiar in this angle. "Did we met before?" I asked him. He raised his head with a smirk on his face. "Have you hitted your head somewhere? What type of stupid question is this?" He asked "I mean before our first meeting in the restaurant" i clarify. He looked me for sometime as if judging something "No" he denied. "Hmm" i nodded. Present Day I am in the closet cleaning my wardrobe as it was really messy...i found his shirt in between my clothes. It must be the deed of mita di. She must have mistakenly put it along with my clothes.

“Stay away from me! You’re filthy and disgusting! It’s just a tiny injury, and you’re asking to go to the hospital? You’re just as dramatic as those women your dad messes around with!” Beside us, Dad’s face darkened with anger. He strode straight toward her, as if I didn’t even exist, his leather shoe crushing down on my hand as he passed. “Claire, just look at yourself, acting like a shrew. Every woman out there is gentler than you. I bet you’re just jealous! If you weren’t rotten to the core, why would Daisy lie through her teeth at such a young age?” Mom let out a cold laugh. She was clearly mocking him, but her gaze swept over me, inch by inch.

The door opened into a frigid office that had diagrams of the human body system on the walls. Dr Jake sat on the chair, looking dainty and immaculate in his white shirt and blue trousers. He brandished his guests a smile that showed his approval. Mrs Williams shut the door behind her and took a seat on the couch. Rosaleen stared blankly at the doctor she faced. He offered her a seat opposite him. He looked different from the previous moments she had seen him. His smile was so large you could barely see his brown eyes. Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee....

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.

I silently prayed to the gods for escape, wondering if this was punishment for the commotion earlier. “Go change into something… stylish. Fix your face. You look—” “Ugly? Yeah, I know,” I grunted, rubbing my ears. Finally, she let go. “I meant washed-out.” She walked past me and opened my closet. I sighed. Even if I argued, she wouldn’t listen. “This fits you.” She tossed a piece of cloth onto my face. I struggled to remove it, nearly passing out. I rarely wore anything like this, and school was definitely not the place.

he says in an annoyed tone. "Grow up! It's not the end of the world. You will see your girlfriend again and sleep on the bed. But we got direct orders to watch this area." he retorts. "Look at the window and tell me what do you see?" he asks. Brian looks at the window to check what is outside. "Do you see anything?" he asks. "Well... I see stores that are closed. I also see feral cats searching for food. Lastly, I see a lot of trash on the floor." he observes.