The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

"There's still ten minutes for the bell. Can you help me arrange some papers in the supply closet?" Oh heck! Now I need to help him. Shall I tell some excuse? Or it's better to help the peon and have him by your side. So, I nodded and followed him, opening the two panelled doors leading to the closet. The closet was filled with racks containing a lot of files and folders. The peon who was a lean elderly man in his forties crouched down on the floor and called me to him. There were lot of small rectangular baskets lying on the floor. Some of the baskets were filled with some kind of notice. And a big bundle of the same notice was sitting nearby.

Might as well see what kind of prison it was. I went to the closet first and pulled the doors open. My jaw dropped. Holy crap. The closet was huge. And it was filled with designer clothes. Gucci. Versace. Chanel. Names I'd only dreamed about. I pulled out a black dress and held it up. It looked like it would fit perfectly. Wait how did he even know my exact size? I checked the tag. Size 4. That was my size. Exactly my size. I grabbed a pair of jeans. Same thing. A blouse. My size. Everything in here would fit me perfectly.

“We’re in private now.” For a second, something like surprise flickered across his face - gone as quickly as it came. Calder’s mouth quirked into the faintest smirk; Maddox’s brows rose, interest gleaming in his eyes. Even Jax - quiet, unreadable Jax - tilted his head, wolf-amber eyes glinting with a hint of approval. I stepped closer. Not submissive - never that again. But deliberate. I hadn’t dressed to tempt them - but judging by the way all four followed the movement, I might as well have.

Its fur was matted, one glass eye missing, a faint dark stain crusted along the seam of its neck. I didn’t have time to process it before Xavier stepped forward, closing the distance in two long strides. He yanked the door fully open Empty. The closet was nothing but hanging clothes, a few shoe boxes, and that oppressive smell of dust and something faintly sweet… sweet in a way that made my stomach knot. Xavier’s eyes swept the space, sharp and meticulous. He crouched, checking under the hanging coats, even tapping the back wall. Solid. He reached up, ran his fingers along the top shelf, then froze.

Pick up the pencil. Finish the fourth. “If it’s him,” I say, “I don’t know what I’ll do.” “You’ll handle it.” “I don’t want to handle this.” “I know.” He puts the last plate away and kisses the side of my head and goes to check on Mason, and the fourth sketch dries on my counter. I get to the studio early. Before anyone. The four sketches are in my bag and the real finale pieces are in my apartment closet behind a garment bag Nick thinks is old coats. Priya arrives first. She always does. Coffee in hand, glasses crooked, already humming along with a bassline she hasn’t turned on yet. “Priya. Come here a second.” She rolls her chair over. I pull up a sketch on my phone and tilt the screen

How long was I been unconscious to wake up seeing him in that state? Their conversation continued as I stood with careful steps heading to my closet. My fingers reached the closet door and it rested there for a second. How could I even yell at him after he handed me his shirt? Where in fact he could keep it in the first place? I sighed as I opened the closet and a huge collection of hoodies greeted me. Because why not? Hoodies were my favorite. My hand went straight to the folded hoddie on the top shef, just above the ones hanging. It was a purple neon with black stripes on the edge of the sleeves. It was my favorite because of its 100% cotton made and the soothing warmth of its plush fabric

The guy had a mini boutique in here. The closet was deep, one could actually walk into it and comfortably hide. Every article of clothing was well arranged. There was the section for T-shirts of every color but mostly white and black. My favorite color. I plucked off one black shirt that had the intimidating drawing of a dragon in front. I threw it on. It bagged on me but I wore it nonetheless. I liked big shirts anyways. I noticed as soon as he walked in dripping wet. Wrapped in just towel, I thought he looked fetching.

"It's really big." "I think you'll have a bit of work to do," he joked, and Emeraude agreed. "May I open the doors?" she asked as she entered the closet. "Feel free. I'll make a call and be right back," Cassian said. "Okay," she replied, taking a deep breath. Emeraude knew she would be spending a lot of time there. The closet was the size of her room, if not bigger. She opened the first door and saw a perfect row of black suits. Opening another door revealed another perfect row of suits, this time in various colors. The next door revealed several dress shirts, with numerous ties of various colors at the bottom. Emeraude began organizing the shirts, placing a tie on each one and tying the kno

My old stuffed animals are still arranged on the window seat, looking a little more faded but otherwise untouched. There's Mr. Buttons, the teddy bear I got for my fifth birthday. Princess Sparkles, the unicorn I won at a carnival when I was eight. A whole menagerie of fabric friends who never judged me, never called me names, never made me feel like I was taking up too much space in the world. The clothes. God, the clothes stop me cold. I open the closet doors and there they are. Size 4XL hoodies hanging like ghosts of my former self. Jeans with waistbands that could probably wrap around me twice now. Dresses designed to hide everything, to make me invisible, to apologize for taking up spac

The walls looking polished, they matched the black and white theme that dressed his almost well-laid bed. While wondering what the rooms of the other two would be like, her eyes caught the closet tucked into a corner which was the extension of the wall. It was obvious Nathaniel was a man of style. But his style threaded the simple lane. As she was about to walk to the balcony which looked so nice from afar, she noticed a brown-colored object sandwiched between two folded denim materials. Ecstatic to have found what she was looking for easily, Chloe approached the closet carefully. But her steps were interrupted by a furious rattle of the door knob. Curious she wondered if Nathaniel had come