Our Closet Novels & Stories

As I pressed it, a low hum filled the air, and the wardrobe split apart, revealing a breathtaking sight before me. Before my eyes stood a magnificent walk-in closet, bathed in soft, warm lighting. It was like stepping into a mini mall, with racks upon racks of clothes for every season. Winter garments, spring ensembles, office attire, and even cozy sweatpants - all neatly organized and ready to be worn. The sheer variety overwhelmed me.

Jayden left the house at 6 am so I quickly took a bath and search through for a dress to wear, thereby scattering the few clothes on the floor. If I was a real wife, my clothes ought to be arranged in the closet opposite Jayden's King sized bed. I have never seen a glassy closet before in my entire life. In fact, I have never seen a walk-in closet in my life. Seeing Jayden's type of closet is enough evidence of how filthy rich he is. He gets dressed in front of the closet because it has two sections. It has the mirror section and the clothes section. The closet is just so beautiful and massive and I wonder how a man can have so many clothes stocked in his room when I have only been seeing hi

I feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks, I just looked down, not wanting to see if he noticed it. “I think you will find something to your satisfaction in the closet, me Angel. If not, please tell me so we can get you something else later.” Opening the door to the closet, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Before me was the biggest closet I have ever seen. The whole closet was in shades of pink and light grey. There was a hint of blue as well. The downlights made it feel as if you would

As I approach the door, it begins to open on its own, exposing row upon row of different clothing and shoes. I feel my jaw go slack as I take in all the designer tags. There was everything from jeans and leggings to dresses and skirts. There was a whole row full of just t-shirts and another row of designer blouses that I would probably never wear. Hell, most of this stuff, while nice, would probably just collect dust. I am more of a jean and a t-shirt type of girl. I will wear dresses for special occasions and so on, but in my line of work it is very rare that I do anything other than hunt down creeps and kill them. Suddenly feeling sluggish I grab a pair of black leggings and a white t-shir

I hope he's not back yet. Tiptoeing, I opened the door to see no one in the room. Thank god. I quickly ran to the massive closet to only find that it's a walk-in closet. Great I can hide here for the time being as I get changed. The closet was pretty big. The walls were white with a small crystal chandelier on the ceiling. On the left was a row of his clothing and on the right happened to be mine. As for what I know, mum and dad never had a walk-in closet. Maybe David got it built in our absences.

There was another candelabra in the corner near the tub. The closet had dark, wooden doors and it opened a foot and a half deep with a clothing rod and a shelf at the top. I closed the closet doors and walked to my suitcase, dropping to my knees and opening it. Using the hangers that were on the rod, I hung my shirts and pants, and put my underwear in the drawers of the dresser to the left of the bed.

I'm trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. I stand in front of my closet. I scan through my clothes, searching for something that feels just right for the day. I spot my favorite casual gown hanging there—a soft, flowy fabric that feels like a gentle embrace against my skin. I pull it out and slip it on, feeling the fabric cascade around my legs. The color is a lovely shade of blue that always brightens my mood.

I was in my room, except it wasn't my room… It looked different, somehow… I got up and went to my closet to find something to wear. As I opened the closet door and peered inside I noticed that everything in my wardrobe was not mine… The closet was full of frilly dresses, blouses with frilly sleeves, some sort of professional looking pencil dresses, and jeans. Tons of jeans. It seemed that none of these items of clothing were anything I would have actually bought for myself.

Mellisa asked, still averting her gaze from Maxwell. Maxwell smiled but said nothing. "The room next to the bathroom." Maxwell said. Mellisa walked to the closet and opened the doors, her mouth hanging open. In her lifetime, she had never owned so many clothes. Maxwell's closet was a lavish affair. It was filled with tailored suits, Italian leather shoes, and designer accessories. The walls were lined with finely crafted wooden cabinetry, holding an array of neatly folded garments, meticulously organised by season and colour. The closet was illuminated by a gold-plated chandelier, creating a warm, inviting ambience. She took a shirt and closed the closet. And went back to Maxwell.

I brought out the clothes one after another to check them out one last time before hanging them in the closet. I opened his closet, and it was as though I had walked into another shopping mall. It was partitioned, and there was a section for clothes, shoes, belts, watches, ties, and so on. I always thought that women were the only creatures that were obsessed with designer clothes, but I guess Mace proved me wrong.