Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

It is the most conservative among them all. I enter the walk in closet to changed. I closed my eyes as I breathe after I closed the door. I feel suffocated when Farris is just near me. Damn it! I looked myself at the mirror. Even though it is a longsleeve my cleavage is still a bit expose because of its v-neck collar.

I slipped past him to the closet and shut myself in. The sleep clothes Genna had packed were nothing scandalous, soft cotton shorts, a plain camisole, but standing in that closet pulling them on, I was aware of every inch of fabric in a way I hadn't been in my life as Lilian, or my life as Eleanor, or any life at all until about six days ago. I smoothed the camisole down. Checked myself in the small mirror on the closet door. My reflection looked back at me with an expression I didn't entirely recognize, cheeks still faintly pink from the towel incident a few minutes earlier, eyes brighter than they had any business being.

Keeping a wide, icy distance from his heat feels like the smartest play for my survival. Drying my damp, dark hair with a rough towel, I saunter slowly into the massive walk-in closet to snag some loose silk pajama bottoms. But once inside the mirror-lined room, I do not pull the fabric over my skin right away. I park my bare boots right in front of the glass, giving my reflection a long, hard look under the low lights. I have been trapped in that plain, ugly rogue disguise for so long that my mind had almost forgotten what my real face actually looked like. With no plotting alphas or jealous captains around to cramp my style, I finally feel free to let my guard drop completely.

“Yeah, call it whatever you want. I know a toxic marriage when I see one.” “It's not a toxic marriage!” “It is!” “It's not!” “It is!” “It's not!” While Luke, Sam, and his uncle's family were having their argument, Stacey sat on the vanity table and straightened out her hair. “Aren't you gonna get dressed?” She asked Trudy who was lying on her bed reading a fashion magazine, her legs hanging up in the air, “You want your family to see you like that?” “Why would I get dressed for my own family?” Trudy replied, flipping the page, “They know what I look like without makeup.”

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. CHAPTER 50 Emily's POV So when I turn and see who it is, I'm full of admiration. I forget I'm naked before a stranger and begin to admire him. The guy from beautiful pieces. I knew the heavens had smiled on me the moment I saw him again.

The room was a fashionista's paradise, with floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with exquisite gowns, dresses, and tops in every color of the rainbow. The closet was immaculately organized, with each item carefully placed and spaced to maximize the available space. Lian's eyes widened as he scanned the room, taking in the sheer number of beautiful clothes on display. He walked further into the closet, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. The air was filled with the scent of fresh fabric and the soft glow of LED lights highlighted the intricate details of each garment. Lian's fingers trailed over the fabrics, feeling the softness of silk, the roughness of tweed, and the luxuriousness of velvet.

I stammered. “Young lady, talk!” His voice thundered across the room. “I don’t have anything to wear!” I finally snapped, frustration and embarrassment spilling out. My throat tightened. “I couldn’t bring anything…” He tilted his chin toward the closet. “You mean…?” I tried to understand. “Don’t you want something to wear anymore?” His tone was sharp enough to cut glass. “Okay,” I whispered, moving toward the closet like it was a trap. Inside, I stopped dead. The closet wasn’t just big, it was insane. Each section was arranged by color, like a luxury boutique. Rows of expensive fabrics that looked softer than clouds. Even the way they hung seemed smug.

The call ended, and she felt a surge of newfound confidence rushing through her. Straining her posture, she returned to the group just as Damien clapped his hands. "So, are you all ready?" he asked with a broad smile. "Yes!" the participants cheered, clapping and exchanging excited looks. Suddenly, a soft mechanical hum broke the silence. At the far end of the room, a door slid open, unveiling a massive fabric closet. Shelves lined the walls, packed with rolls of luxurious fabrics in every color and texture imaginable, sourced from around the globe.

Please be the existing door, please…. I turned the knob open and to my disappointment, it wasn’t the exit door but it was through a room, in other words, a closet. I have never seen a real closet before, I have only seen it in movies. And to be honest, I have never in my life seen this many clothes before, it was so nice. I have always dreamt of having a closet of my own. I walked into the closet completely forgetting my aim to get out of the house.

My eyes widen in surprise. He's not smiling, his face is simply empty as his eyes rake over me. "Wonder where you got that". He says dryly. I glance down at myself like a fool. "I…. I….it was in the closet". I say, my voice pitching a bit in defense. "That's because it's my house and my closet. My clothes can be anywhere in my house". I'm filled with embarrassment. And even more so when I realize that the woman is observing all of this. I might be wrong but I think I hear her do a couple of tutting or two..