Skeleton In Your Closet Novels & Stories

"How could you possibly have cancer, being so pampered your whole life? If you're really sick, go ahead and die. Prove to me that you're sick!" I sat hopelessly outside the hospital, feeling the two coins left in my pocket—just enough for the bus home. I hadn't eaten a full meal in days, yet my real parents were spending a fortune to spoil my sister, renting out Disneyland just for her. Meanwhile, they left me in a cold, remote basement, calling it "tough love". Back in the basement, I held my only possession, a doll that had been mine since childhood, and I swore I would never go back home.

There, a stone door remained shut. James gently pushed the door open. Creak… The door, which had been closed for unknown years, was opened. Puzzledly, James walked into the room. This was a small stone house that was only a few hundred square meters in size. In the middle of the stone house, there was a kneeling skeleton whose limbs were chained. James approached the skeleton and looked at it in confusion. ‘Could this be Xandros? ‘Xandros is long dead, and only his skeleton remains. How could he possibly lead humankind?’

KIMBERLY’S POV Fear gripped me as I thought that we were finally doomed. Things weren’t working in our favor at all and this was eating away at my heart in the form of depression. Does it mean that we were going to be trapped in this ghost house? “So, are you ready to do it? Think about the advantage of leaving this place, because it seems like you need to get out.” The third skeleton said in an expression that seemed like if she had a tongue and a lip, she was going to be licking her lips right now.

A soft swosh came from the wall, and a door revealed itself and began to open. They both entered the closet, and Nicholas took a look at the clothes and shoes that were there and sighed. "I think I will have to call Kelvin. My closet is overflowing with clothes again, and I don't think I have worn half of them." Kelvin was his personal shopper, and he was going to call him to dejunk some of them and probably donate them to an orphanage, or he could do a sale and donate the money.

Chapter Eight I stared at my closet the next evening, wondering what I was going to wear. I had no desire to wear something suggestive and give Jaz the wrong idea. But I couldn’t go to his place looking frumpy. I knew that this meeting was going to be the turning point in our relationship and no matter how much I was starting to not like the condescending attitude he had towards me, I had to admit I wanted to make a good first impression—or second first impression.

After waiting five minutes, I decided to find them myself. I stepped into the walk-in closet and nearly had my jaw drop at the sight. His walk-in closet resembled a private boutique, with floor-to-ceiling walnut cabinets displaying perfectly tailored suits, military-inspired uniforms, expensive watches, polished leather shoes, and neatly arranged accessories. I searched the drawers for a long time before I finally found a pair of T-shirts and sweats.

"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.

The reality of it sat in my stomach like a stone. I sighed softly as I stepped into the walk-in closet. The space was absurdly large: a room designed for a level of vanity I didn't possess. Killian had a wardrobe in the main bedroom that could easily fit his entire life, but this closet existed as a stage. It was mostly empty, though my few new belongings had begun to colonize the mahogany shelves and decorative cabinets. It was a beautiful, hollow aesthetic.

"Madison is the most beautiful woman among the socialites. I didn't expect her to end up with Mr. Graham." "If the Graham and Franklin families entered an alliance, they're going to dominate Aventura's business market." "They look so good together. They really are a match made in heaven." Just then, a man tapped my shoulder, asking, "Would you like to dance, miss? You're very pretty." I was stunned. However, I wasn't able to get a word out before a scoff resounded from behind me. Violet shoved me aside and said mockingly, "She's a nobody, Mr. Slater. She's just a gardener's daughter. She's usually trimming the bushes in the yard, but she snuck into the hall today."

I needed to wash the scent of Alejandro off me, but the pine and rain seemed to have soaked into my pores. I walked into the closet. Rows of designer suits, silk shirts, and cashmere sweaters hung there. All my size. All expensive. But when I looked for the basics, I froze. No underwear. Boxers, briefs, trunks—gone. The drawers were empty. I checked again, my face heating up. It wasn't a mistake. It was a message. I dug through my old duffel bag, found a pair of black briefs, and shoved them on. I wasn't going to play their game yet. I climbed into the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, and fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.