Our Closet Novels & Stories

I pressed my back against the door and released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I walked over to the closet, my eyes scanning the array of clothes spread out before me. There were so many the closet could have been mistaken for a boutique. I hadn’t worn most of the clothes and almost all of them still had their tags on them. Ryker had ordered the clothes to my room, but they never felt like mine.

My room also had another door that surprisingly led to a closet, my own private chamber. I was thinking of where to put my clothes because the room had both a closet and a wardrobe. The closet door is purple, the main door is green while the bathroom door is white. That will be easy to remember. I pulled all my clothes out of my luggage and started arranging them in my big, fancy closet. Which had a green and purple designs, they were really beautiful. That's a great reason for me to use it instead of the wardrobe. In a few minutes, I was done with my clothes. So I layed on my bed and was surprised on her comfy it was.

he chides gently. Sighing quietly, I open them hesitantly to see the most normal thing. White shelves, all empty. A cushioned seat in the very middle of the room. Rows and rows of space full of wooden hangers. It's a walk-in closet. That can't be it, surely? I was sure it was going to something else "Surprise! I thought you would like all this space for your clothes, do you like it?" I don't have that many clothesthere is no way I could fill up this room. I'm confused here.

’ Kyra joked in my mind. I stood up and walked to the closet to get some clothes for the day. Closet isn’t the right word for this space. It’s more like a dressing room than a closet. I was pleasantly surprised to see my clothes and shoes had been organized in the same way I would’ve organized them. I put on my clothes and picked up my shoes before walking out of the closet. There’s a small, cushioned bench outside the closet door, and I sat down to put my shoes on. Easton walked over and offered me his hand before I stood up.

he explained as he picked something from the table in the room and made his way out. “ Where can I get spare clothes? ” I called out . “ There should be just enough clothes in the closet for you ” he yelled back. Ensuring that the door was locked, I made my way to the closet... Hol'up… Where exactly is the closet?? I stared at the room trying to figure out which door was the closet but rather they all lead to other rooms or hallways. What the hell is going on here??? Reaching a glass wall with a crack I decided to try my lunch and push. I noticed it was slide door which glided smoothly revealing a room filled with clothes shoes bags and everything single thing a lady would need to look good.

I would have loved to stay there forever, relaxed and free of worries. I opened the door to the walk-in closet and my eyes sparkled again. It never ceased to amaze me whenever I came here. Who knew some people kept clothes in separate rooms? The clothes were a large variety of different styles and levels of casualness, no matter the occasion I thought of, there was a cloth to match it in here. There were even latex straps for sex. I blushed as I saw that and looked away quickly. I went to a section where there were simple gowns, I closed my eyes and picked one randomly. If I decided to pick one normally, I would probably spend hours in this closet trying to make up my mind; all of them were

It was obvious that the sitting area was a space for people to sit as I showed off whatever outfit I pulled from the closet, and I smiled at the thought of having friends, or even just Aunt Marianne and Anne sitting there as I modeled clothes. As I walked back towards the closet I was interrupted by the soft plush carpet on my feet, and looked down to see a plush pink shimmery rug that had been placed directly in the middle of the floor, though most of it was under my bed. I walked through the gap between the bed and the chairs to get through the closet and opened the white double doors to find a very large walk-in closet. It was separated into sections with the shoes lining both sides of th

Maybe it was a study. Jess giggled before opening the final door, and I could tell how excited she was. The moment she opened the door, her excitement made a whole lot of sense because what in the goddess was this? The closet was almost as large as the bedroom, and it looked like whoever designed it expected me to be someone who loved fashion. The dresser was huge, and the clothes that had filled up all the racks were eye-catching. The middle had some sort of island with various accessories locked in glass viewers, while a whole wall was left for shoes and bags.

But in that moment of distraction, I picked up the dress, making sure none of those micro-comms in my collar got exposed. I turned my back on him and walked into the walk-in closet. I was impressed with what I found there. The space was huge, smelling like cedar and brand-new fabric. It wasn't just a closet; it was a boutique. Rows of silk robes, cashmere sweaters, and designer jeans lined the walls. There were shelves dedicated to Italian leather boots, diamond-studded heels, and even high-end athletic gear. On a glass vanity, I saw rows of expensive perfumes, gold-plated hairbrushes, and enough skincare products to stock a cosmetic shop.

After waiting five minutes, I decided to find them myself. I stepped into the walk-in closet and nearly had my jaw drop at the sight. His walk-in closet resembled a private boutique, with floor-to-ceiling walnut cabinets displaying perfectly tailored suits, military-inspired uniforms, expensive watches, polished leather shoes, and neatly arranged accessories. I searched the drawers for a long time before I finally found a pair of T-shirts and sweats.