Novel & Cerita Skeleton In One's Closet

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.

No one follows. I climb the stairs with my breath stuck in my chest. My room is cold. I don’t switch on the light. I already know what I need. I open my closet, grab the black sling bag, and start stuffing it. Only essentials. One dress. The navy blue one with a loose waistline and long sleeves. It was always comfortable. It doesn’t hug too tight and it doesn’t scream for attention. Just like me. One photo.

I just reached down and took off my shoes one at a time and neatly placed them in the floor of the closet. 'Undressing was awkward I thought', as I modestly sucked in my belly while bending down. I reached in back and unsnapped my skirt and pulled the zipper down. I slid it down and out of one leg at a time. My skirt hanger wasn't in the closet, so I just awkwardly draped it over a hanger.

"No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down." "A Gashadokuro." He pronounces it like a fine vintage. "The starved dead, gathered up and walking. Rare, noisy, and Japanese, which is the interesting part, Miss Sweeney, because we are a very long way from Japan and they’re not known for traveling." His finger taps the bar counter, filing something of his own that I’m sure he has no intention of sharing with the class. As long as it keeps Leon out of trouble I don’t care.

Uncertainty nags at me, a quiet whisper in the back of my head, but I force myself to focus on something else—anything else. Shaking my head, I shove my cynicism to the back of my mind. I should probably get something to change into. Nikolai said that he wanted me out of my clothes but I doubted he wanted me naked. Besides, it's cold. I walk over to his closet, sifting through the carefully hung fabrics in his closet, looking for something that I might find suitable. My brows knit together when my fingers brush against something hard and metallic hidden in the back. What the...

Thank the goddess that it’s my doctor that is the first to aid the female beta who has mysteriously fainted before him. I gently close the door to his office behind me, listening out for the click and checking the commotion outside was still louder than any noise I was making. As I turn I almost jump out of my own skin when I find a figure standing in the corner of the office…a model skeleton. I go through each drawer, each filing cabinet, almost deciding to bail out early, this was a bad idea. Until the last drawer to try happens to be the only one locked. I frantically search his desk and windowsill for the key, when I find it in the most unlikely of places…in the teeth of the life size sk

I would have smashed his foot without a care in the world but I knew HR would have a field day with it so I settled for crossing my arms over my chest and staring at him blankly. “We all have skeletons in our closets, Hayley. It is best not to forget that before you go around acting like you’re better than everyone else.” “Before you go around threatening people, you should make sure your own closet is clean,” I whispered and he took a step back. “Have a good day, Greg.” I slammed the door shut.

I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its sheer size, almost as large as the bedroom itself. One side was his, filled with nothing but black and white attire, lacking any vibrant colors. On the other side of the wardrobe, I found an array of evening gowns and formal dresses, stuffed into every available space. Among them were simpler options, more suited for lounging around at home in comfort. On the opposite side, there were sweaters, blouses, jeans, and skirts, offering a more casual selection for everyday wear.

I said "Why?" He asked, indignant. "I didn't know, but I have been getting a bad feeling about that silo ever since." Rushing to my wardrobe, I pulled open the wooden doors. Termite dust fell from cracks in the wood and I could feel that soon this wardrobe will be reduced to a pile of termite dust. I pulled out my most favorite black monkey jacket and put it on. Next, opened the last drawer of my cabinet, carefully extracting the delicate phial bottle. I peered into one, holding it up to the candle holder, the liquid inside swirl as I swilled it.

“But let’s skip the drinks and talk about something more important. I’m about to deal with people who are just as vicious as you, so I need your suggestions.” “Let me guess… the board members?” the lady smirked, pouring a glass of wine for herself and one for Aiden. She placed his glass in front of him with a shrug. “Drink it if you want.” Then she sank back into the couch, sipping her wine leisurely. “The thing about men in high positions,” she began with a mischievous grin, twirling her glass, “is that they all have skeletons in their closets.” Aiden’s interest was piqued. “What are you saying?”