Golden Closet Novels & Stories

The door was unlocked! He paused. Asher won't be back till around 01: AM. Then who is… Gulping down, his heart slamming, he silently pushed the door open and his hand flew to the light switch on the wall then turned the lights on. He was unsure whether to be relieved or not when he saw Brittany stretching seductively on his bed like a lazy cat, wearing nothing but a sexy bra and lingerie. “Brittany!” He got angry, “What the hell are you…”

Chloe followed her inside. "Let's see what we have in here," Lily's voice echoed from the closet. "We should find something exceptionally comfortable for today." I slowly got up from the chair, dragging my blanket with me as I walked toward the closet doors. I expected the shelves to be mostly bare, or perhaps filled with old garments belonging to the ghost who came before me. But as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped in absolute shock. The massive closet was completely filled with brand-new, exquisite clothing. Rows of soft cashmere sweaters in gentle pastels, elegant dresses tailored from finest fabrics, warm silk pajamas, and pairs of fine leather boots and soft slippers—all neatly organize

I narrowed my eyes at him and tucked my hands on my chest, trying to intimidate him. I still don't understand, how did he know about the closet? I mean, the closet can't easily be spotted because it is kind of like a secret door. The wallpaper on the wall strangely matched the colour of the door, which made it close to impossible for anyone to notice it. Liza and I found it after a week of the house being under our possession. Did Liza tell him?

The walls looking polished, they matched the black and white theme that dressed his almost well-laid bed. While wondering what the rooms of the other two would be like, her eyes caught the closet tucked into a corner which was the extension of the wall. It was obvious Nathaniel was a man of style. But his style threaded the simple lane. As she was about to walk to the balcony which looked so nice from afar, she noticed a brown-colored object sandwiched between two folded denim materials. Ecstatic to have found what she was looking for easily, Chloe approached the closet carefully. But her steps were interrupted by a furious rattle of the door knob. Curious she wondered if Nathaniel had come

Elizabeth sighed, patting her softly in the back. Minutes passed by before the mother and daughter let go of each other and wiped away their tears, “oh, that reminds me, I had taken a room downstairs and I found a tape under my pillow and I kept it over there," Elizabeth said, pointing at the dining table. Irene frowned, "a tape?” She asked and Elizabeth nodded, she turned immediately and went to the dining to see what she was talking about.

After that he put out the cigarette and went back to the room. Ava walked around the room,the stood before the floor to ceiling windows that was covered with a thick black curtain.she moved the curtain aside giving room for sunlight to illuminate the cold room. Just by the side of the room was a walk in closet. When she stepped inside the closet she was left mouth wide opened at what she saw before her. The closet was divided into two,one side contained all of Elias clothes and shoes and the other side was filled with ladies accessories. They were a lot of different clothes,shoes, bag and many other stuffs,just enough to open a boutique. All which were in her size.

"A place where we wouldn't be disturbed." His breath hitches. "There's the supply closet," he says, his voice rough. "Behind the kitchen. No one uses it during afternoon shift." I smile, slow and deliberate. "Show me." He leads me there, his hand hovering just above my lower back like he's afraid to touch me but can't resist the urge. The supply closet is small and cramped, filled with shelves of canned goods and cleaning supplies. It smells of dust and disinfectant. When he closes the door behind us, the space becomes intimate. Too intimate. I can feel his body heat, see the pulse beating in his throat.

the lead girl whispered, nodding toward the massive dark oak wardrobe. It was Rhys’s closet, and even from a distance, the scent of him drifted out. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, dark tunics and heavy formal furs. I knew that if I hung my clothes there, the layers would mingle, the fabric of our lives knotting together in the dark. It felt far too intimate. "No," I said, pointing to a low, dusty cabinet tucked away in the furthest corner by the window. "Put my things there. As far from the bed as possible."

Instead of seashells, there were modern floral patterns that, although still beautiful, lacked the cozy feel evoked by the seashells she remembered. She found her old wooden closet next to her bed and opened it. It was empty and there was the scent of air freshener that tried to smother the slight smell of mothballs. Lisa used to open the closet at night before she slept, checking for anyone who might be hiding inside. She smiled to herself after seeing the small space in which a grown person, much less a large monster, could hide.

A soft swosh came from the wall, and a door revealed itself and began to open. They both entered the closet, and Nicholas took a look at the clothes and shoes that were there and sighed. "I think I will have to call Kelvin. My closet is overflowing with clothes again, and I don't think I have worn half of them." Kelvin was his personal shopper, and he was going to call him to dejunk some of them and probably donate them to an orphanage, or he could do a sale and donate the money.