Skeletons In The Closet Book Novels & Stories

The dorm felt smaller than ever, closing in around my pathetic little body. My skin still crawling from the subway hands, from Dr. Harlan’s grip, and at that moment, I felt as though a pair of eyes were constantly boring into me, yet every time I turned, all I saw was Chris’s cold, indifferent profile. It got to the point where I started questioning my own sanity, wondering if I was just becoming paranoid. I let it go though, I had worse issues at hand.

My choice made, I quickly fold the little pink sweatsuit and tuck it neatly away before I leaving the closet and close the doors behind me. Eager to get back to my first curiosity – the books – I move swiftly across the room to the fireplace, which is luckily electric. I flick it on, hoping to warm up a little, and then go to the first bookshelf. To my chagrin, all of the books are turned spine-backwards. The result of this is aesthetically pleasing, but…damn it, I have no idea what the books are. So, frowning, I spend the next hour or so finding out what Kent is hiding here, pulling the books out one by one and looking them over. I making a little pile of those I want to read and put back t

“And what exactly is that?” She leaned in slightly, her smile curling. “I uncovered a skeleton in Zane Lancaster’s closet.” I froze. “A skeleton?” She nodded, the smirk on her lips growing. “One that could have him wrapped around my fingers.” “You know how these rich people are,” she continued, her tone almost casual. “Always hiding deep, dark, and dirty secrets. The kind they'll go to any lengths to keep buried.” My brows lifted, a mix of amusement and disbelief. She spoke as if she wasn’t one of those rich people with deep, dark secrets herself—secrets that were probably dirtier than most.

Walking to a closet, he opened the doors. Peering past him, Sylvia saw an arrangement of bikinis and several little beach cover-ups, scandalizingly short robes of thin cotton lace or translucent gauze. That was it. There was nothing else to wear. Her eyes widened. Leaning back, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Where’s the rest?” “Oh. Is there nothing in there but bikinis for you?” he said innocently. But it was worse than that. She sucked in her breath as, looking further inside the closet, she saw men’s T-shirts and shorts. A sinking feeling went through her heart. “Why are your clothes in my closet?”

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

she also meanwhile researched for the golden book and was wondering where it could be. In the afternoon when the clock strikes 3 pm Sandra went into her room and locked the door from inside, she then opened her cupboard and pushed all clothes on one side kept in the cupboard. There was a trigger at the back of the clothes. Sandra pushed that trigger and a secret door got opened from inside of the closet. Sandra went inside the cupboard door and then after few steps, there were stairs that lead to the basement. She went into the basement. it was dark and you cannot see anything. Sandra looked at one of the corners which leads to a narrow path and a yellow light reflection can be seen coming f

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

I turned into a shell of a person, going through the motions of each day without a care in the world. Now I know that's a really shitty ending to my first entry but I can't change what happened. College is my second chance at a new start and I don't plan to fuck it up this time. I'm hours away from my parents, the church, and everything that ever stood in my way of being myself. This is my year, the year of the closeted lesbian who got locked back inside every time she peeked her head out. I'm putting on my beanie, a red flannel from the hanger, and some ripped to hell skinny jeans from the pile and I'm busting this fucking door down. Love,

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”