Our Closet Novels & Stories

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.

I was exhausted, so I thought a shower would be the best idea. So I walked into the bathroom and took a shower to get relaxed. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and walk out after finishing the shower. There was a walking closet next to the bathroom. As I didn’t bring something, I thought of wearing something from there. The closet was filled with branded clothes and was according to my size. I would have thought these belongs to the former Luna of this pack. But every cloth was new, and nobody has even removed the price tag.

“What was it like?” “Um, I think we should settle. I didn’t bring anything, though.” I feel queasy in jeans. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He heads straight for his walk-in closet. I crane my neck to watch him check the doors. “Come. Choose what appeals to you.” I amble over to the row of women’s wear. Dresses, shirts, pants, sleepwear, and even underwear are available. Nicely styled and color coordinated. Julian’s clothes are to the side.

After all the decadence she had experienced so far, the size of the closet shouldn’t have surprised Eddie, but it succeeded in taking the air from her lungs. The “closet” was double the size of her office in the palace. The room was stuffed to the brim with all different sorts of clothes, from evening gowns to riding wear, in an extensive array of different colors. Luckily, the closet was arranged by type of wear, otherwise, it would have taken her hours to get ready just to find something proper to wear.

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

“If you’d bothered to check the closet instead of attempting another idiotic escape, you would’ve seen a mountain of them. All in your size. All for you.” Carter froze mid-bite. “What?” He marched over to what he’d assumed was just decorative panelling and yanked it open. His jaw dropped. The closet was enormous, so much space inside that you could fit a small house in there. Rows upon rows of clothes hung on expensive wooden hangers, organized by colour and style. Shoes lined the bottom shelves, everything from sneakers to dress shoes to boots. There was a jewellery drawer filled with watches and cufflinks that probably cost an unfathomable amount of money.

The room was a fashionista's paradise, with floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with exquisite gowns, dresses, and tops in every color of the rainbow. The closet was immaculately organized, with each item carefully placed and spaced to maximize the available space. Lian's eyes widened as he scanned the room, taking in the sheer number of beautiful clothes on display. He walked further into the closet, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. The air was filled with the scent of fresh fabric and the soft glow of LED lights highlighted the intricate details of each garment. Lian's fingers trailed over the fabrics, feeling the softness of silk, the roughness of tweed, and the luxuriousness of velvet.

I can’t help but smile; at least I won’t be stuck in a dingy cell. I close that door, breathing a sigh of relief, and move to the next one. As I open it, I’m met with a walk-in closet filled with suits and clothes of every kind. The variety is astounding—tailored suits, casual wear, and even formal attire all neatly arranged, ready for someone with a discerning taste.

When she flung the door open, I gasped in surprise. “Violet! This looks like a P*******t board!” “I know right?” she beamed. “This is what happens when boredom meets a little painkiller and a lot of online shopping.” I laughed and stepped in. The closet wasn’t overly large, but it was neatly organized. On one side were her shoes, heels, boots, flats, all arranged like a fashion boutique. On the other side, her clothes were lined up from casuals to workwear to night-out outfits.

There's a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and to my left is a door. I open it and can barely contain the gasp that slips past my lips when I step into Aaron's closet. I knew my husband was loaded but I don't think I actually understood to what extent. The closet is like a museum, streaked with expensive fabrics and sharp tailoring. Suits in every shade of grey, blue, and black hang in perfectly spaced rows, interrupted only by sections dedicated to more casual wear. Cashmere sweaters, designer denim, and an assortment of polished leather jackets line another section of the wall.