The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

The room remained silent for some time. A clang of some sort broke the silence and a small procession entered the room. We all stood up. The procession of four men and four women, all dressed more or less like everyone else in the room- except me. All eight had a dark hood covering their face, so I could not see if they had masks on or not. If this was going to be a show, I was glad to be in the audience. I reasoned that I was in white because I was new. At least I hoped so.

I usher Jared inside before slipping in after him, taking care to close the door as noiselessly as possible. With the door secured, I straightened up to fit us both inside the cramped space of the closet. But as I did, I was struck by the realization of just how close Jared and I were. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. I couldn't help but feel a sheen of sweat on my palms, my nerves jangling as I struggled to focus on our current situation.

Because it does not I stand up from the ground and walk around the room. There's a made bed in here, and the theme of the room is white and gray. I notice a grand closet, and my leg carries me towards it. I open it up to see clothes... And they're all my size. What the hell is going on here? The underwear, the jeans, the tops, the gown—they're all perfectly fitted to my body. I shut the closet immediately and stepped away from it, clutching my chest hard.

Chapter 38- Elnora POV My closet is nearly the size of Lawler’s bedroom. A small section of the front is filled with a variety of clothing in my size. Running my hand along the beautiful fabrics hanging before me, I smile, knowing that someone put in great effort to arrange such a wide variety for me. Everyone here seems so caring and helpful, even when in difficult times.

At night there is nothing between me and the things I spend the days outrunning. Julien's face in the doorway of the apartment in the 7th. Not the charming face, not the gallery opening face with the easy smile and the golden hair and the voice that had said ‘you look like you're hiding from the art’ like it was the most natural observation in the world. The other face. The one that came out in private, behind closed doors, in rooms where there was no one to perform for. The face that had looked at me with something flat and cold and proprietary and decided that whatever I was feeling was less important than whatever he wanted.

Christian said, waving toward the wall. He led me into a huge walk-in closet, and I could already see a bathroom at the far end. It was more soft tones and an unbelievably thick and soft fuzzy rug under my toes. “Oh! I’m filthy,” I said, cringing at my feet. The carpet was a white cream and I’d tracked mud in, so had they. “Someone will clean it tomorrow, don’t worry about it baby,” Vance said, pulling me close and kissing my neck. Basically three-quarters of the closet was mine and then they had a corner with a few rows of drawers. They don't wear much clothes and they don’t wear shoes. Still so weird.

A cozy lounge area with a glass coffee table and a sectional sofa faces an electric fireplace, giving the room a warm, inviting feel. A long corridor leads to the en-suite bathroom, and opposite it is a walk-in closet. The closet is more than just a space for clothes. I walk to the closet, opening it. My jaw drops at once as I take in my own high fashion store. Rows of neatly arranged outfits fill the shelves and hangers, ranging from casual wear to professional attire and scrubs. Every single piece reflects my style, as if Levi could read my mind. I freeze for a moment, unable to process what I’m seeing. Elias stops behind me, and I turn just in time to catch his brows drawing together in a

The closet door swung open entirely, flooding the dim alcove with the bright, harsh fluorescent light of the service hallway. Instinct took over. Jeremy instantly stepped directly in front of me, his towering, broad shoulders completely blocking my body from view. His back was turned entirely to the doorway, his head ducked low into the shadows of the top shelf, hiding his face completely. I was trapped between his chest and the wall, frantically holding the back of my unzipped dress together with both hands. Maya stopped dead in the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she stared into the closet. From her angle, in the blinding light, she couldn't see the guy’s face at all. His dark hair and hunc

There were already more than a thousand comments. "What! Isn't this Crown Residence Hall our dorm? How am I supposed to go to the bathroom now?" "Same. I'm already planning to use my trash can instead." "The texture and veins make it look so real…" Queenie threw the phone away in shock and gripped her blanket tighter. "Ew, gross! Is there a psychopathic killer in our midst?" I examined the image closely, zooming in and sliding the window around. Then, I snickered, "It's fake."

They both seem to see me as ghosts when they kept on ignoring my presence and words, rather they went to my closet house, I am never calling this huge thing a walk-in closet, this shit is too big to be called a walk-in closet. And what in the crazy world are they searching for in my closet, who did they bury in there, oh god, my caetinis are now killers, and that doesn’t seem to get me hard as Damiel blood drenched clothes did, oh Christ I am definitely going mad. I was with the voices in my head when Hailey came out of my closet with a very revealing silk dress, a night wear to be specific, who is going to be wearing that! Ah! Hailey wants to seduce Damiel’s brothers, that bitch.