Skeleton In One's Closet Novels & Stories

I sighed, and crumpled the paper into a little ball, throwing it over my shoulder before walking to the tiny closet. “You’re not getting out of it this time Aspen.” I said to no one, and started sifting through the immense amount of clothing in the small walk-in closet. Every kind of fabric hung on small padded hangers. Long dresses in every color shimmered under the light, made out of the softest satin and silk only a king could afford. Shelves were stacked with pants and t-shirts, and there was even an entire shelf just for different kinds of under garments. I picked up a small black and red lacy piece, holding it up to the light to get a good look at it before tossing it aside. Who even n

He had that similar stone cold expressionless face, just like his master. I closed the door and strode deeper into the room, it was beautiful. Just like the one in the palace. The walk-in closet was filled with female clothing, shoes and other items. I wondered if he usually keeps women, but then I recalled that anyone he sleeps with dies. So why then is the closet always filled with high-end expensive clothing. I opened my bag and brought out the silk gown I had packed earlier from the palace and hung it properly in the closet.

Tell me how someone in mourning was all over she-wolves at the club? Pretty stupid, and no kind of sympathy for the dead. But here was his closet, filled with black clothes like he'd been mourning. I touched the breast pocket of a shirt, feeling what it would be like for him to have it on—and me ripping it off his body. I shook my head. *Not again.* Loud knocks on the door followed. "Two minutes left." I turned my attention away from the clothes, closing the wardrobe door. I closed it hurriedly. Moving to the bathroom. I know, right? It's absurd that he would have anything hidden in there.

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.

Currently the entire left side of the closet is Dravon's while the right side is mine. My side is packed with different clothes, jewelries, footwears and bags I didn't even know I needed. Dravon's side is also packed with clothes. He also has a big glass showcase displaying his different watches, ties, cufflinks and rings. Our closet is like all those fancy designer stores, well arranged and filled with expensive items. I keep checking for a suitable dress when my eye catches my joggers pants I usually wear for training with Vincent. The feeling of nostalgia warms in my chest as I remember when I was learning how to hold a sword properly for the first time.

“Honey, seen my earrings?” “Girls’ night movie—come down!” So we got inventive. One afternoon, Mom was downstairs on a call, Richard holed up in his office. Sloane texted me one word: *Closet.* I was there in thirty seconds. Door barely clicked shut before I had her up—legs locked around my waist, back slammed against the inside of the closet door. Her sundress was bunched around her hips. No panties—again. I shoved my shorts down just enough, lined up, and thrust in hard.

He had to go sideways reaching for the walls which after some minutes he found, he was carefully tracing his hands around the wall looking for any kind of miracle switch because he really needed to light up the place to be able to see where that was. Luckily for him he found one, so he turned on the lights it took a second for the lights to come on Theo smiled at himself he felt a bit proud for some reason he had to take a minute to adjust his eyelids to the light but he wasn't prepared for what he saw next as soon as he turned back. “Holy…shit!” Theo shouted in shock as he saw a skeleton body bound in a chair with the hands and legs chained, as if that wasn't shocking enough there were huma

“That’s not true. You know what I do for a living and my mother’s name too.” “You know what I mean.” I rolled my eyes. “For all I know, you could be a mafia boss with literal skeletons in your closet.” He gave yet another infuriatingly vague answer. “Baby, everyone has skeletons in their closet.” Not me. Fine, I did have a skeleton or ten, but who’s counting?

Please be the existing door, please…. I turned the knob open and to my disappointment, it wasn’t the exit door but it was through a room, in other words, a closet. I have never seen a real closet before, I have only seen it in movies. And to be honest, I have never in my life seen this many clothes before, it was so nice. I have always dreamt of having a closet of my own. I walked into the closet completely forgetting my aim to get out of the house.

Elina There are a lot of clothes in the closet to choose from and eventually I pick a pistachio green sundress with a tight bodice. The skirt falls softly from my waist down to an inch above my knees. I can’t find any underwear in the closet so I stick my head out the door to the bedroom. “Lazarus? Do I have any underwear?” Lazarus turns around to look at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen. “What? What's wrong?” I suspiciously narrow my eyes at him.