Romans & histoires Skeleton In Your Closet

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

And I know exactly which skeletons in his opponent’s closet to rattle. I open the file and start to work. And I don't feel a thing.

Somehow I thought that salutation would be better coming from a hot billionaire than my best friend. "I'm coming," I called as I crawled off my bed and moved toward the door. The locking mechanism clicked when I turned the key. The old house still had skeleton keys for each room. It was how the unused rooms could be locked from the outside. The obvious problem with skeleton keys was that most every one of them was the same. It didn't take a jailer's ring to open any of the doors. All you needed was one key, unless the key was in place on the other side.

I was desperate. One cold winter day, when my Mama and Papa were out feeding our animals, Aisling and I finally found my key. The whispers had been more helpful than average that day. They told me to check the floor. Dangling on a piece of twine underneath a loose floorboard by our parents’ bed. It was a beautiful brass skeleton key with filigrees etched into the bow. Something was different about the key, though. It didn’t look like any other skeleton key I had seen. The teeth looked like a small crescent moon.

He whisper-shouted close to the nape of my neck ,his humid breath striking my skin like a lightning bolt. "Shhh..."I harshly went , my eyes locking gazes with the inconspicuous metal door, painted in the darkest of the darkest tones of black ,which screamed Charlotte Dawson with its dark themed art which comprised of a really detailed skeleton, more like a Jolly Roger with a bunch of other smaller 3D skeletons and snakes, a coffin etched at the top with the words R.I.P TO WHOMEVER THAT WOULD BE TEMPTED TO TOUCH THIS LOCKER! How cute of her to think that empty threat would scare me.

“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?

He opens the door to the room with an old skeleton key and then places it back within his breast pocket. When the door swings open I am led into a beautifully decorated room. The whole room is decorated in bright tones of yellow and gold. There is a large Queen size four poster bed in the center of the room. Alexander gestures for me to look around. There is a large, ornate, wooden wardrobe that is full of beautifully designed clothes. I haven't worn anything like this since my past life. My fingers slowly run over the silky fabrics as I admire each one of the dresses. I turn around to see Alexander leaning against the doorway, with his arms across his chest, and a very smug smile acr

Susan said he always kept one, and if I found it, I could know where he was going and who he was meeting and set up a very beautiful trap for Chloe. I quickly moved in the dark, the lights were off and I had no intention of switching them on, the fluttering moonlight was all I needed to find what I was looking for. I quickly walked to his desk and opened drawers, lifted books, checked behind papers. Still nothing. I walked to his wardrobe, but it was locked. I scoffed, trying to force it open. “What the hell?” I muttered. “Why would anyone lock their wardrobe?” Who am I kidding? This is Kael, I won't be shocked if I find an actual skeleton in his closet.

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