Golden Closet Novels & Stories

“I will go out quickly.” “No,” Jordy said immediately, grabbing his arm. “Not through the front.” Matt frowned slightly. “There is no other exit.” “There is,” Jordy said quickly, pulling him toward the side of the house. They moved fast now, urgency replacing caution. But as they reached the small hallway near the side storage area, another sound came from outside. Keys. The front door unlocking. Jordy stopped completely. Matt did too. For a moment, neither of them moved. The door opened.

Oliver froze on my other side, his breath hot against my neck, cum already starting to leak from me onto the sheets with every tiny shift. “Hide. Now,” Julian hissed, voice barely a whisper. He pulled out of me slowly, the wet, obscene pop of his thick shaft leaving my stretched pussy echoing softly in the room. A thick glob of their mixed releases dripped down my inner thigh. Oliver moved like lightning despite his size, grabbing his clothes and slipping into the walk-in closet first. Julian followed right behind, pulling the door almost closed but leaving a tiny crack. The faint scent of their cologne and sex still clung to the air. I yanked the crumpled sheet up over my naked, glistening

‘We need to go and go now. I nodded. Then out loud. “Kieran, don’t worry it will all be okay. Remember ‘Light will Conquer Darkness’ and we…” I took Galen’s hand. “Are the light.” “There is another secret, in your secret closet, I never showed you,” Kieran said to me as she led us to our room. She walked to the closet and opened the door and went into the secret closet. She went to where my union dress was and clicked a hidden button, and it moved forward than to the side, and a light came on, and there was another garment in there it was silver and white.

Reluctantly, I pushed past a girl wearing a skirt too big for her and ducked into the hallway beside the group. They led me through the hallways for several minutes before stopping outside of what appeared to be a janitorial closet. The girl opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I hesitated at the door, glancing back toward the hall to find my escort gone. Well, there goes my plan to run away. The inside of the closet was brightly lit. Fluorescent lights illuminated various supplies on shelves lining the walls, and large boxes stacked high atop another shelf filled with cleaning products lined two of the walls along with rows upon rows of metal trash cans stacked four deep.

As I open them, the recessed lighting in the closet turns on, suffusing the space with a pretty golden glow. I shouldn’t be surprised at the size of Kent’s personal closet – Fiona showed me his other closet, after all, where he keeps his spare stuff – and that’s two stories high. But still, I can’t help but gape a little as I realize that Kent’s personal, everyday closet is bigger than my bedroom. Then I scowl, realizing that he really was holding out on me all this time, giving me that little bedroom as if it was a gift when he has all this for himself.

She throws away a light blue rug to reveal a small hidden trap door made of steel. "Under my desk. It's a one-person bomb shelter. It isn't big enough to protect us all. You can use it," Gwen says as she works at opening the door and I shake my head before looking at Chloe. "Chloe, get in it. Now. That is an order," I say in a tone I have never used before. Her tear-filled light brown eyes stare at me for only a second before she moves toward the hidden hole in the ground. Gwen looks from me to Chloe for half a second before looking back at me.

It’s the King’s chamber, I should expect nothing less. I went straight for his closet, if he’s hiding something in here, my gut says that would be the place he keeps the secret. I stepped into the large room he created for his closet, myriads of shirts hanged to a shelf were on a long roll. A tiny space wide enough to fit most humans passed through each of the rolls vertically and I marched down each looking for skeletons. So far there was nothing through the first roll, the second, and there were five in total. However, when I arrived at the third one, right at the end of the roll I noticed there was a safe merged into the wall.

the servant replied and pointed to a closed door. Angela realized it was the second door in the room she had not opened. She opened it and it was a walk-in closet. The closet was filled with both male and female clothing and accessories. Angela looked at the line of clothing and accessories for women and her eyes widened. She had only seen such in clothing stores. Her mind quickly registered the male clothing in the closet. "Am I going to share a room with Mr Moore," Angela thought and wondered how the night was going to be.

She closed the drawer and walked across the room toward the closet. Valerie hesitated again, her hand hovering over the closet door handle. She felt a pang of guilt for invading Antonio’s privacy, but her curiosity won out. She opened the closet door slowly, revealing a row of neatly hung suits and shirts. Everything was meticulously organized, reflecting Antonio’s disciplined nature. On the top shelf, she noticed a small, unmarked box. It seemed out of place amidst the orderly arrangement. Valerie reached up and carefully pulled it down. She sat on the floor and opened the box, her heart racing with anticipation.

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