Our Closet Novels & Stories

I brought out the clothes one after another to check them out one last time before hanging them in the closet. I opened his closet, and it was as though I had walked into another shopping mall. It was partitioned, and there was a section for clothes, shoes, belts, watches, ties, and so on. I always thought that women were the only creatures that were obsessed with designer clothes, but I guess Mace proved me wrong.

It didn't do much for my bleeding mind though. Walking back out, I hesitated, looking around. There was no clothes given today. My gaze found the small closet at the east wall, and I bit my lip. Would there be any clothes? With anticipated steps, I reached the closet, and pulled it open. To my surprise, the closet was full from left to right, top to bottom. I couldn't believe I was given this many clothes. They were even in different colors and fabrics.

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,

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.

She said. I located where her voice was echoing from. I came in front of a door in my room which I had always walked past but never noticed. I slowly opened the door and entered the room. The room was as big as a whole living room. When I entered the room, what came into my mind was that I had entered a small mall located in the palace but I was wrong. This was my very closet. I had never stood before a closet this big in my entire life. The closet held different sections of designer dresses with authentic labeling. Example; there are three cabinets for a brand. The brand’s name is Dior. When you look at one cabinet, it has a label called classic wears. It holds a collection of expenses dres

I asked knowing she wouldn’t say anything about me being casual with the king’s name. She shrugged. “I would assume so or it could be that he wants to move closer to first base, instead of kisses on the forehead.” Geegee teased. I playfully pushed her on the shoulder. "Anyways, speaking of which, what would you like to wear?" She led me to a walk-in closet that was the size of my entire room. Built in shelves ran the entire closet perimeter and, in the center, lay a gray ottoman and a body sized mirror. I'd never seen so many clothes in my life. Not just clothes, but accessories as well. Sunglasses, shoes, and purses all were highlighted in lit up cubbies. All color coordinated. The closet w

"I forgot. I don't have any clothes here." "Closet," Alyssa said monotone as she pointed to a wooden door cornered from the bathroom. "I doubt it has clothes in it for me." Walking towards the closet, I opened the door, and my mouth hit the floor. The closet was massive, and it was lined with racks and racks of clothing and shoes—the back wall decorated from floor to ceiling in purses and other kinds of accessories. I could not help but wonder whose room this was. "Holy shit. I can't wear these. These are someone else's clothing, Alyssa." Alyssa stood up, walking towards the closet and helping herself to what was inside. I watched as she looked at the outfits, her fingers grazing over the ta

"It's really big." "I think you'll have a bit of work to do," he joked, and Emeraude agreed. "May I open the doors?" she asked as she entered the closet. "Feel free. I'll make a call and be right back," Cassian said. "Okay," she replied, taking a deep breath. Emeraude knew she would be spending a lot of time there. The closet was the size of her room, if not bigger. She opened the first door and saw a perfect row of black suits. Opening another door revealed another perfect row of suits, this time in various colors. The next door revealed several dress shirts, with numerous ties of various colors at the bottom. Emeraude began organizing the shirts, placing a tie on each one and tying the kno

I sighed, and crumpled the paper into a little ball, throwing it over my shoulder before walking to the tiny closet. “You’re not getting out of it this time Aspen.” I said to no one, and started sifting through the immense amount of clothing in the small walk-in closet. Every kind of fabric hung on small padded hangers. Long dresses in every color shimmered under the light, made out of the softest satin and silk only a king could afford. Shelves were stacked with pants and t-shirts, and there was even an entire shelf just for different kinds of under garments. I picked up a small black and red lacy piece, holding it up to the light to get a good look at it before tossing it aside. Who even n

“You’re not.” “Not even a little.” I straighten, already curious. “Come on. Open it. I want to see what you’ve got for me.” He doesn’t argue. He just opens the doors. I step inside and stop. The walk-in closet is enormous, the kind of space that makes you hesitate without realising why. Everything is immaculate, organised down to the last hanger. Colours are grouped neatly, fabrics spaced with care. It doesn’t feel obsessive. Just deliberate.