Our Closet Novels & Stories

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."

“Aren't you gonna get dressed for school? Do you have any idea what the time is?” “Yeah, I'm already on my way.” She replied and darted into the bathroom. After her bath, she stood beside her bed and began to skip through the heap of clothes on her bed. For the first time since she began attending Gem High School, she wanted to dress gorgeously. After a long search, she finally found the perfect outfit for the day, meanwhile, the whole room was now an utter disaster. “Mom, how do I look?” She asked as she stepped down from the stairs and entered the kitchen.

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.

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.

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.

Of course, not many people would be able to detect the faint chemical note irritating the back of the throat. I stood at the entrance and scanned the room. If she were hiding it, where would it be? Then my eyes fell on the closet. The door was open by the slightest crack. A hem of clothing was sticking out through the gap. Instinct told me that was the place. I strode into the room and opened the closet. What spread before me was an enormous collection of clothes, accessories, and jewelry. I looked at it and laughed. Vanity this extreme was almost impressive.

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.

He turns us to the right. There the space is empty for the most part. A robe hangs on a hook by the door. At the end of the empty racks, another space for shoes takes up a portion of the wall. Three pairs of fuzzy slippers in yellow, green, and Giants orange are illuminated by the overhead lighting. We walk farther into the closet where a large white square dresser takes up the middle of the space. He pulls open the top drawer a small amount. There's a flash of pink before he closes it again.