Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

A note fell out, and I picked it up. ~I know there are so many clothes in the walk-in closet, but I couldn’t resist getting this. The moment I saw it, I just thought of you, and I just had to get it. If you don’t like it, you could get something else from the closet. With lots of love, Knox~ A smile spread across my face unconsciously. I ran my fingers over the fabric, and I imagined how it would look when I wore it. Time slipped by quickly, and before I knew it, there was another knock at the door. This time, it was the group of stylists. Two women and a man entered, carrying cases filled with makeup, hair tools, and accessories. They gave me wide smiles as they greeted me.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as a personal maid to Alpha Caden, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered in the air as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance between professionalism and comfort. How did I pack so much clothes? Eventually, my fingers gravitated towards a pair of figure-hugging skinny jeans, their dark hue complementing my skin.

Now which girl doesn't live clothes and the fact that this closet is huge isn't helping with my urge to take a sneak peak. sighing in defeat i stepped in and started exploring. MAN! this was the dream closet of every girl out there! it contains a huge mirror with a makeup table containing all the high brands of makeup,skin, jewelry and other stuff. walls of shoes and clothes for both men and women. wait a fucking second! Whom does this room belong to? is it....Zayn's? no way.....! if it's his room than what are all these women products doing here?

I smiled at them. Then I asked the question in my mind yesterday, “Do you guys know who owns the clothes in the closet?” They exchanged looks and suddenly started laughing, “They are yours Mistress Audrey,” The blonde one said while the rest recovered. I faked an awkward giggle pretending like I wasn't embarrassed and headed for the closet, I picked a red fancy pantsuit and black heels to match. There was an expensive makeup kit there too so I decided to make use of it. I did my make-up and I was pleased with myself when I looked in the mirror, they thought they could break me but they'd forgotten I'm my mother's daughter.

There were shelves, cleaning supplies, boxes… and Jace Carter pressed entirely against me. My back hit the wall while his arm braced beside my head to keep himself balanced. I could feel every single breath he took. Every inch of him. Outside, loud voices and laughter filled the cabin. I could hear Reagan's angry voice looking for Jace and Gina's voice confronting her. "More drinks, guys!" someone yelled. Music blasted shortly after. I pressed my lips together tightly and stopped breathing altogether. If anyone opened this closet… I was dead.

I feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks, I just looked down, not wanting to see if he noticed it. “I think you will find something to your satisfaction in the closet, me Angel. If not, please tell me so we can get you something else later.” Opening the door to the closet, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Before me was the biggest closet I have ever seen. The whole closet was in shades of pink and light grey. There was a hint of blue as well. The downlights made it feel as if you would

I eventually find the closet, which has a lot of men’s clothes on one side, but the other side is full of dresses, blouses, and skirts, which makes me sigh, yet another place where I can’t be myself. It shouldn’t bother me, but seeing these women’s clothes alongside what I’m assuming to be his makes my heart drop, thinking that he must already have a girl or woman in his life and sharing his room. Walking farther into the closet until I find a full-length mirror that I can approach. I take a step closer, pausing barely an inch away from the mirror, allowing the sleeve of my dressing gown to slide off my shoulder once more. I examine the bite, expecting to find an imprint of his teeth, but wh

And the face was my own. The attic door is open again tonight. But so is the closet. And somewhere in the dark, something that wears my face is waiting for me to stop pretending. I don’t know how long I can last.

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

Walking into their room, I was met with smiley face which are more than enough to send Oliver's sketchy and sluty behavior away from my mind for a while. "Come and join us, Mom." Jake ran over to me and tugged at my hand as Jace yelled, calling me over. ~~ "Omg, this clothes looks so elegant." Jaymes was the first to cooe, his eyes gleaming as it ran over their new closet all pilled up with new designer clothes.