Golden Closet Novels & Stories

Sebastian sneaks out swiftly before Scar can snap out of that breathtaking kiss. Dare not to attract attention to him, Scar has to watch him slip along the wall out of her sight. She can’t see his location after only one or two seconds. All she knows is, that the two men in the room haven’t noticed anything on this end of the abandoned plant. But they are searching their way over to her. The closet has an in-wall cabinet, and half of its door missing. From what it looks like, it’s for the cleaner’s work jacket and tools. Inside it hangs a huge, blue jacket but no pants or any other. And on the left corner a dirty, empty basket.

Gwen squeezes my hand, whispering, “This is hilarious. Have fun.” CK stands first. Offers me his hand. I take it—fingers trembling. He pulls me up gently. Leads me through the crowd to the hallway closet at the back of the loft. People catcall. Someone dims the lights even lower. The closet door opens—coats, shelves, darkness inside. We step in. Door clicks shut. Darkness swallows us. Five minutes. Just us. And the sound of my own breathing—loud, ragged, terrified, and already wanting.

Hilda, who was looking at her phone in the closet suddenly heard noises coming from next door. Nathan's closet was just next door and it was as extensive as a whole store room, considering his status. Tons of men's clothing, shoes and watches were piled up in his locker room. There were even a number of items of big brands that had yet to appear on the market.

he explained as he picked something from the table in the room and made his way out. “ Where can I get spare clothes? ” I called out . “ There should be just enough clothes in the closet for you ” he yelled back. Ensuring that the door was locked, I made my way to the closet... Hol'up… Where exactly is the closet?? I stared at the room trying to figure out which door was the closet but rather they all lead to other rooms or hallways. What the hell is going on here??? Reaching a glass wall with a crack I decided to try my lunch and push. I noticed it was slide door which glided smoothly revealing a room filled with clothes shoes bags and everything single thing a lady would need to look good.

I breathe, “there’s no other way out. When I look towards my closet, though, I’m struck with an idea. “But we can hide.” I pull Victor towards and into my tiny child’s closet, which still holds important outfits from my years living in this house. I push past my graduation gown, my first work uniforms – god, my wedding dress – and yes, there, at the back, is the little catch panel that I found as a child and never told anyone about. It was my secret hiding place, for myself as well as for contraband.

he says and I nod my head,he calls Bassey and Bassey bends his head and leans his head near Kunle's ear and Kunle whispers to Bassey's ear. "Bassey please lead them to the closet". Bassey quickly walks In front of us and he leads us to the closet, the closet ls on the second floor. When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear, The costumier began to bring out the clothes, they were In a carton,she brings them out.

Violet, knowing full well he was naked, hurriedly rose to get the pajamas, saying, "I'll get them." His deep laughter followed her, resonating like a cello. Was that funny? She mused internally, entering his extensive walk-in closet. The closet was remarkably large. Despite her familiarity with the place, this was her first time inside. Every item, from clothes to shoes to belts and watches, was meticulously arranged in separate compartments, almost like a showroom. She couldn't ignore the opulence of the closet, made of tercolia wood, a material pricier than gold, and found herself silently critiquing his lavishness.

“We’ve used up all the ‘small’ rooms for the guest suite and the secondary study.” Alessandro smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye—a look I hadn't seen on the cold CEO, only on the boy who used to tease me. “Not every room. There is the old linen closet on the third floor. The one the size of a small car. It has a window facing the garden. It was always cold, always forgotten. And it’s the only room in this house with a standard, low ceiling.” I considered it. The linen closet was a dusty, absurdly large space, historically used to store every piece of spare bedding the Manor possessed. It was small by Conti standards, and crucially, it was away from the main rooms.

"Pick a place. Somewhere you can reach quickly if needed. Only Jules and I need to know the location." I headed toward my walk-in closet—the one Dominic had transformed into a fortress of designer armor and hidden security features. Past the rows of gowns that cost more than most people's cars, beneath a drawer filled with jewelry that could fund small wars, I lifted a wooden panel to reveal the velvet-lined compartment we'd never used. Quick. Clean. Accessible. But as I tucked the box inside, it still felt like hiding a ticking time bomb. When I returned to the hallway, the sound of laughter drifted from downstairs. Light, musical, feminine laughter that somehow set my teeth on edge.

“Today is the girls’ day. And to begin, I have a surprise for you.” The other girls quieted in anticipation, and Caitlin could tell they were all in on some secret. Caitlin watched with curiosity as Polly strutted across the room, followed by the others, and approached a knob lodged in the wall which Caitlin hadn’t noticed before. Polly pulled it and revealed a large closet, recessed into the wall. And there, sitting alone inside, was a sight that made Caitlin’s heart drop.