The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

I feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks, I just looked down, not wanting to see if he noticed it. “I think you will find something to your satisfaction in the closet, me Angel. If not, please tell me so we can get you something else later.” Opening the door to the closet, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Before me was the biggest closet I have ever seen. The whole closet was in shades of pink and light grey. There was a hint of blue as well. The downlights made it feel as if you would

My fingers trembled as I stood and made my way to the door he said led to his closet. The closet wasn’t just a closet. It was a dream, a showroom, everything smelled faintly of him. I stepped in slowly, my fingertips brushing along the rows of shirts perfectly hung in color order, like they’d never even been touched. His suits looked expensive. Everything was black or deep grey, navy, crisp white. Cold colors. And then I found the drawer. It was filled with t-shirts. All folded the exact same way. I hesitated, then picked one, plain white, soft cotton, worn in a little at the collar. I held it up to my face and closed my eyes.

His handwriting was thin and neat, hard to read at a glance. I pushed on another door and found myself in a closet. The air inside smelled faintly of clean linen and faint cologne. Rows of black shirts hung neatly in place, alongside a few white ones. Shoes lined the lower shelves, polished until they almost shone. I stood there for a while, quietly surprised. Somehow I had imagined Perth’s closet would be empty—just a few things thrown together. But this… it was almost painfully organized. When I closed the door again, I spotted another one near the far corner. I tried the handle, but it didn’t move. Locked.

She closed the drawer and walked across the room toward the closet. Valerie hesitated again, her hand hovering over the closet door handle. She felt a pang of guilt for invading Antonio’s privacy, but her curiosity won out. She opened the closet door slowly, revealing a row of neatly hung suits and shirts. Everything was meticulously organized, reflecting Antonio’s disciplined nature. On the top shelf, she noticed a small, unmarked box. It seemed out of place amidst the orderly arrangement. Valerie reached up and carefully pulled it down. She sat on the floor and opened the box, her heart racing with anticipation.

I masked my scent so no one could catch my smell. I climbed the flight of stairs and reached the fourth floor. The fourth floor was nothing like any other part of the house. The house decorations were on a dark theme whereas the fourth floor was completely opposite. The walls were painted in bright cream colour, red carpet was spread on the floor till the end of the hallway. Small chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling for a short distance. There was a mural on the wall. It was a picture of a full moon at night; many wolves were howling at the full moon . There were few vases on the tables.

There was an entire seating area there, along with a bookshelf filled with books alongside it. Mouth hanging open, I stepped further into the room and inspected the bathroom. I let out a gasp when I spotted the huge clawfoot tub and marble everything. But it was the wardrobe that really stopped me in my tracks. It was a walk-in closet filled to the brim with racks upon racks of clothing—gowns, intricately embroidered sets that looked like something out of a fairytale, even an entire section dedicated to silk pajamas. It was everything a girl could ever need, much more than I had ever had.

There were two doors in the bedroom leading to heavens knows where, two large windows, one, of course, led to an open balcony that had a magnificent view of the vast expanse of green at the backyard and the other that showed what she assumed would be the aide of the house. One black couch was placed in front of a thick glass coffee table and a painting of the sea hung on the wall behind the couch. “June and I put in so much effort in making sure your room is as comfortable as possible,” Tabitha sounded as excited as an artist unveiling a recent masterpiece to the world. Tabitha pointed at the first door that was just a few steps away from the door they had walked through, “That is your close

Maybe I'm thinking too much lately but what will I do if he does the same thing again? Lost in my thoughts, I walked past the hallway and boarded the lift to the fourth floor. *** I was standing in front of room 204 , still confused whether to knock or not . Should I return back? No..No..What the actual fuck am I even thinking? Clover will destroy everything If I did . But what's the certainty he won't if I abide by his orders. The door of Room number 204 opened and a tall and handsome man with muscular body , dark brown eyes and blonde hair walked out of it wearing a bathrobe.

Two boys and a girl were having a threesome. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed in horror, quickly slamming the door, “Please memory, forget what you just saw.” He moved on to the next door and opened it. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed once more at the gruesome scene and shut the door, “Is Professor Stiles even home? How the hell am I to leave here.” He moved on to the next door and placed his eye on it. All he heard was moans, he moved to the next one, to the next and then to the last door on the passage.

The leader clapped her hands once. “If she can even manage to look decent in them.” The younger assistant snickered as they rolled the empty racks back out. “Enough! Let’s go.” the leader snapped though her eyes glinted with the same mean humor. The door shut behind them leaving the faint smell of fabric and perfume behind. I stood in the middle of the room staring at the closet they’d stuffed. My throat ached from holding everything in. I wanted to scream, to smash the racks and to set fire to the stiff ugly clothes they thought were good enough to suffocate me.