Golden Closet Novels & Stories

Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated only by the faint, chaotic sweep of flashlight beams from the living room. We didn't have time to reach the elevator or the service garage. They had the exits blocked. In a move of absolute desperation, I kicked open the hidden flush panel of a small utility closet at the very end of the hall—a space meant for nothing more than network servers and extra linens. I dragged Malakai inside, pulling the heavy, reinforced door shut until the magnetic latch clicked into place with a sickeningly quiet snap. The darkness inside the closet was absolute, suffocating, and incredibly tight.

I hope he's not back yet. Tiptoeing, I opened the door to see no one in the room. Thank god. I quickly ran to the massive closet to only find that it's a walk-in closet. Great I can hide here for the time being as I get changed. The closet was pretty big. The walls were white with a small crystal chandelier on the ceiling. On the left was a row of his clothing and on the right happened to be mine. As for what I know, mum and dad never had a walk-in closet. Maybe David got it built in our absences.

In respond Jeoff undressing his coat and throws it on the couch. That’s means he will going to return on the front of his laptop right? I guess our fight was over. Finally, he gets near the wall. Looking for something and removing the cover there is a pin code box. After he enter some code, it opened. I come closer to him, and I was astonished that it was a safe room. I thought a treasure room. Hahaha. A vault where there is a lot of money. I voluntary step inside without Jeoff say something.

From her room on the second floor of the building, a narrow alley was connected from her huge wardrobe down below an underground space. It was a rectangular, spacious, and well-equipped compartment. Coated with silver all over the place, she was informed about its perfection to defy against other beasts. It was modernly designed and high-tech in every sense of it. There were CCTVs around the campus she could access through the monitors on the top part of the room. There were two doors but no windows. The first door was through her secret closet inside the wardrobe. The other one leads to the backside of the building, strategically concealed from anyone's viewpoint.

I valued my life too much to speak out of turn. I continued to follow behind them as the doctor guided the way through the house. We came across a small storage closet located near the back of the house. By this time, I was sure they'd completely lost it. I'd seen this closet before, and there was barely anything inside it. Just an old storage rack, boxes, and a crap ton of dust. It was evident that no one frequented this area much. But from the contents of the closet, I could see why. There wasn't anything of importance in here. It was all just junk.

Her wide, worried eyes searched my face as she rushed in. “Quinn, what happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I grabbed her hand, my fingers trembling, and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come with me,” I muttered, urgency coating my every word. She didn’t question me; she just followed as I led her to my walk-in closet—a massive, over-the-top space. Cale had designed specifically for me. He called it a gift. I called it a gilded cage.

The safe house was a tomb. A small, anonymous apartment on the ground floor of a drab building in a nondescript suburb of Geneva. The air smelled of stale cigarettes and disinfectant. The furniture was sparse and functional, the curtains perpetually drawn, casting the room in a perpetual, gloomy twilight. It was the absolute antithesis of the light-filled villa overlooking the lake.

After closing the door to Natalia’s bedroom behind him, Lucien stood still calming his breath. His huge dick was throbbing with need. As usual, whenever he yearned for Natalia, he headed to that room. The room next to Natalia’s bedroom is a guest bedroom and since they hardly ever hosted guests overnight, this room hasn’t been used for years. Decorated in luxury as per the standard of this mansion, the room looked like any other well-furnished bedroom except Lucien knew that this room hid a secret. Closing the door to the guest bedroom behind him, Lucian immediately headed to the white wooden closet built into the wall separating Natalia’s bedroom from this room. Connected to the back of thi

Where could he go to escape the invisible monsters that always tormented him whenever he closed his eyes? He suddenly remembered the closet where all the clothes were being stored. Moving like a ghost, he soundlessly slid down from the big bed. He walked towards the wardrobe doors and without making a sound, he gently pulled the door open, slipped his thin body inside, and pulled the door shut. Surrounded by the darkness and the smell of new fabrics, Kyle huddled his legs tightly against his chest. He stared blankly into the dark space, and did not dare to close his eyes even for a second, terrified that if he fell asleep, he would see the white walls and the gurney again. So he stayed awake

A gasp escaped her lips as she shoved open the doors, Ava was wide-eyed as she walked inside a small, yet stunning walk-in closet. “Holy fucking kink fest!” she shrieked.