Novel & Cerita Our Closet

Placing the control back down, he stored his phone away in his pocket. "Come on. This is our final stop for today." He announced, the skin on his arm grazing Cara's as they headed down the little corridor. "This is the closet." Adonis announced. Cara trotted in behind him, wondering if she had just walked into a boutique or an actual closet. At this point, no luxury in the mansion could blow her mind away. The closet had two sections, one on the left filled with everything male and the other on the right filled with every piece of clothing a decent lady would die for. A closer look at them had Cara realizing they were majorly designers.

I stepped closer to the door that I thought the walk-in closet. “What the hell?” The frown on my forehead deepened. There were tons of women's clothes hanging in the closet. From dresses, casual wear, formal, you named it, and still had tags. My curiosity kicked in more. I opened every drawer, and I found lingerie, accessories, bags, belts, jewelry, and shoes. Oh, my god, these shoes. I wished I could afford to buy one. Everything in here was designers, and I would age seventy, I was still not done paying for all of these.

Diana As I step into the walk-in closet, my breath catches in my throat. The space before me is nothing short of magnificent, a room that could easily grace the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. The closet stretches out, seemingly endless, divided neatly into two sections - his and hers. My eyes roam over the rows of designer clothes, each piece more beautiful than the last. Silk blouses, tailored suits, flowing dresses in every color imaginable. The shoe collection alone is enough to make my head spin - elegant heels, comfortable flats, and sturdy boots, all arranged in perfect order.

She froze, her breath catching as she looked around. The closet was filled with clothes. Every shelf, hanger, and drawer seemed meticulously arranged. Dresses, tops, pants, and jackets of every style and color lined the racks, and the shelves were stocked with shoes, handbags, and accessories. There were also drawers filled with neatly folded undergarments and soft, comfortable nightwear.

I stared at the closet door for a full minute before I gathered the courage to touch the handle. My hand hovered, trembling, the brass knob cool against my clammy skin. Don’t make me come get you. I recalled. I pulled the door open. I expected it to be empty, or perhaps filled with my own pathetic, thrift-store wardrobe that the movers had packed. But my boxes were still taped shut on the floor behind me. The closet was full. Rows of hangers stretched across the cedar-lined space. Coats, blouses, skirts. All of them high-end. All of them in a palette of blacks, grays, and deep blood reds.

The bath took longer than I thought, and when I finally pulled myself out of it, the water had gone cold. I wrapped a robe around me and walked. The walk-in closet was just across from the bath, and I thought it was absolutely convenient. I braced myself for yet another discovery as I opened the door. This place had been a whole adventure all through. It made me wonder what else waited. What else could be in there. I opened up the doors, and my lips fell open. Rows after rows of comfortable clothes ranging from hoodies that looked at least two sizes too big, then shorts just like I loved to wear before the whole glow up thing.

A cozy lounge area with a glass coffee table and a sectional sofa faces an electric fireplace, giving the room a warm, inviting feel. A long corridor leads to the en-suite bathroom, and opposite it is a walk-in closet. The closet is more than just a space for clothes. I walk to the closet, opening it. My jaw drops at once as I take in my own high fashion store. Rows of neatly arranged outfits fill the shelves and hangers, ranging from casual wear to professional attire and scrubs. Every single piece reflects my style, as if Levi could read my mind. I freeze for a moment, unable to process what I’m seeing. Elias stops behind me, and I turn just in time to catch his brows drawing together in a

I had the dreaded school day ahead of me, and just the thought of running into that jackass Tim made me shudder. But hey, I couldn't let that ruin my day, so I shrugged it off and hopped into the shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that the room had been magically cleared up. Gotta give props to Mia for that. Clinging onto the towel for dear life, I strutted my way into the walk-in closet. And boy, oh boy, Marcus had done some serious work in such a short time. That closet was like a fashion wonderland, filled with clothes of all shapes, sizes, and styles. I mean, seriously, who needs that many outfits?

After spending a little bit of time reflecting on my current predicament, I get up and walk across the room to the aforementioned closet and as I open the door I become still as a statue. When he said he had the closet fully stocked I thought he meant a hotel-sized closet with a few essentials, I didn’t think he bought an entire mall.

Chloe followed her inside. "Let's see what we have in here," Lily's voice echoed from the closet. "We should find something exceptionally comfortable for today." I slowly got up from the chair, dragging my blanket with me as I walked toward the closet doors. I expected the shelves to be mostly bare, or perhaps filled with old garments belonging to the ghost who came before me. But as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped in absolute shock. The massive closet was completely filled with brand-new, exquisite clothing. Rows of soft cashmere sweaters in gentle pastels, elegant dresses tailored from finest fabrics, warm silk pajamas, and pairs of fine leather boots and soft slippers—all neatly organize