Our Closet Novels & Stories

I was about to try to pull myself up again when I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders and within just a few seconds, I finally felt my body being lifted by someone and I heard an angry scream. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, about what was inside, that's why when I was already in front of the door, I immediately opened it. My eyes widened, and I was stunned by what I saw. It is a big walk-in closet and has so many women's clothes and other things! Is all of this for me?! On both sides of the room hung a large number of clothes. There are dresses, nightwear, jeans, formal attires, and much more. They are neatly stacked and even color coded.

I exhaled loudly. I was amazed again when I saw the entirety of his walk in closet. There were plenty of shelves for her clothes. There are formal, casual, and just home ones. Separate. The same goes for his personal belongings, such as his shoes, neck ties, his watches, and such. I was amazed as I looked around. His is on the left side and mine is on the right. It's all fixed and it looks like I won't have any trouble fixing it.

I said, before moving to my vanity to apply some perfume. I then walked to the other side of my walk-in closet, that contains all my jewellery, money, important documents and other things that I can't allow a thief to get their hands on. "Oh, wow." Russell said, coming up behind me. "What? Not you going to ask why my closet is bigger than yours." I gestured around the room that was slightly bigger than my bedroom and had a second floor. "No. I was looking at all the jewellery. Didn't know you had a stash like that."

One question shot up into my brain instantly. "Who exactly is he?" I asked out loud to nobody in particular with a frown. I walked into the closet and everything was in perfect order. A series of black suits hung in one part of the closet compartment. Another compartment was a mixture of different colors of suits. It was all the cool colors like deep blue, sky blue, green, wine, and purple. There was no suit with yellow, pink, or orange colors. In general, no flashy or childish colors. I moved away from it and saw another compartment, just white shirts. I moved away and then, more white shirts and more white shirts and finally casual wear, then different coats.

The room was lit by a combination of natural light from the large windows that overlooked the city and the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. Lucas' closet was a room within itself. It was filled with designer clothes, neatly arranged on hangers and shelves. The section for suits and formal wear was particularly impressive. They were arranged according to color and style, and every piece looked to be of the finest quality. The shoes and accessories were no less impressive, with a selection of luxury brands that would make any fashion lover swoon.

He went outside of his bedroom quickly and walked inside their huge closet. The huge closet has several drawers that lined up the corner walls that held neatly folded jeans, shorts, and even undergarments. The closet was made of thick wood and has their clothes hanging from the rack so that the crease wouldn't uplift through it. On the left side was Hazi and on the right side of the huge closet was for his oldest brother.

His handwriting was thin and neat, hard to read at a glance. I pushed on another door and found myself in a closet. The air inside smelled faintly of clean linen and faint cologne. Rows of black shirts hung neatly in place, alongside a few white ones. Shoes lined the lower shelves, polished until they almost shone. I stood there for a while, quietly surprised. Somehow I had imagined Perth’s closet would be empty—just a few things thrown together. But this… it was almost painfully organized. When I closed the door again, I spotted another one near the far corner. I tried the handle, but it didn’t move. Locked.

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

he said, walking toward the bathroom. I took a breath and walked into the closet. I stopped dead. It was massive. A glass display counter sat in the center, arranged with watches like pieces of art. On one side, his suits hung behind sleek panels. But the other side... clothes. Female clothes. All arranged perfectly. I was too tired to think about who had picked them out. I focused on the dress. I reached behind me, trying to pull the zipper down. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing.

Logically, such a scenario was impossible. Carefully, I crept towards the two doors on the opposite wall, curiosity getting the better of me. I silently slid open the longer door and found myself in a walk-in closet that could easily rival a high-end boutique. My eyes widened at the sight of the array of clothing, shoes, bags, and accessories—all from renowned designers. Just one of these outfits could solve my wardrobe problem.