Sliding Closet Door Handle Novels & Stories

The place was really big. I studied the door to one of the toilets. It had a short horizontal bar in the middle that read 'closed'. I moved to the next one and this time, the bar was blue and it read 'open'. I shrugged and entered that one. I stood the door from this side and saw there were two bars, one was red while the other was blue. It was for me to slide the right one through the bar space. I replaced the blue one with the one that read 'closed'.

"As you say." Leaving my housekeeper to her work, as I exit the room, I notice the adjacent door has a key in the lock. For no better reason than curiosity, I turn the key, look inside. It's the linen closet, although closet barely does it justice. A room the size of a single bedroom is lined floor to ceiling with slatted wooden shelving. Every shelf is labelled… Bath towels… Hand towels… Single beds… Double beds… King-sized beds… Large tablecloths…

The closet was empty except for the light that was hanging in the middle and the rows of shelves lining the wall. I took a moment longer in the closet before turning to walk to the other door. It wasnt that far, but with the size of the room it took me a few moments to cross until I reached the door. I reached out and grabbed the shiny gold handle and twisted it open. Once the door opened inward the bathroom was revealed. I marveled at the marble counters and the claw footed white tub. The mirror above the sink had little lights all around it and was big enough I could see down to my waist. I was staring in the mirror as I thought at least this is a nice play to stay for a little while. I on

I smiled, quite blackish. I slipped down and searched for the button which was on the right wall, and Thank heaven it was there or I would’ve been in a problem. I pressed the button, the slides opened, leaving a matte monochromatic themed bathroom, “Whoa,” I couldn’t help myself. Got in, did my morning business. Searched for a toothbrush but there weren’t any extra, so I had to do it with my finger. I changed my clothes and threw the old ones in the laundry basket.

She immediately slip into the next door which is the walk in closet she changed in yesterday night. The closet is pure white, a three-tier white chandelier hanging in the middle of the closet, shimmering in the light. There were mirrors every where and his shirts were folded by color. One part is his and the other has her clothes hanged -which is probably done by Rukayyah and Hanna. In the middle of the closet, her jewelries, shoes and her bags are hanging. All in all, the place render her speechless and scolded herself for not seeing all these yesternight.

No one does. “I’m leaving!” he announces to no one in particular. “None of you can stop me!” I snort. “No one’s trying.” Jack cracks up beside me. “Please let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.” Edison tries to slam the door, but it’s got one of those soft-close hydraulic hinges—the kind that slowly pulls the door shut with a whisper and a sigh. The look on his face when it fails to match his dramatic exit is priceless.

Along the same wall was another handle, which I assumed led to the bathroom. Going to the closet, I looked through the clothes and wished I could have at least brought some of my clothing. Everything inside the closet was far too revealing. Even the night clothing was nothing more than a skimpy gown that was see-through. Sighing, I looked at the door that would give me access to Axel’s room.

I closed the door and turned around. There was a huge, king-sized bed taking center stage in the middle of the room. To the left was a set of drawers, and to the right on the same wall as the door was a set of mirrored sliding glass doors, enclosing a closet. I slid it open and took out one of his rock concert T-shirts. Then, I stripped down to my panties and slid it on. I was just about to slide under the comforter when I heard a knock on the door.

I walked farther inside, my gaze moving over the details. The vertical wood paneling behind the bed. The small recessed niche with hidden lighting on the left. The slim bronze closet handles, custom-shaped. The vanity built into the wall, topped with warm travertine and an unframed oval mirror. I had seen this before. Not this room. Or maybe exactly this room. I had designed too many Monaco penthouses for men who thought “warm” meant placing one brown pillow on a gray sofa. But those bronze handles... I touched one.

The adrenaline from our conversation was still humming under my skin, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of what I was about to do next. I kicked off my flats, moving with absolute silence across the plush carpet of my room. I slipped into my walk-in closet, bypassing the racks of clothes until I reached the far back corner where my long winter coats and heavy evening gowns hung. Pushing the dense fabrics aside, my fingers searched the dark wood paneling until they brushed against the tiny, flush brass button I had discovered that afternoon. I pressed it. With a low, almost silent mechanical hiss, the hidden door slid open. The dim, amber motion-sensor LED strips instantly flickered t