The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

Considering I've never seen the man look the least bit sleep deprived I guess I'll have to cross that off my list too. Then what the hell can he be hiding? When I open the door, I expect to find something close to the monstrous images of blood and guns I'd created in my head, but instead, I'm met with something completely different and unexpected. A closet. Rows and rows of carefully coordinated fabrics, shoes and accessories all line up together filling the room. One side of the closet is lined entirely with suits in every shade of grey, blue and black imaginable while the other side is lined with casual clothes. Sweatpants, plain shirts and even tank tops all make an appearance in the impr

The room was stunning, decorated in rich colors and textures. A large bed dominated the space, with luxurious linens and an array of pillows that seemed to invite relaxation. A massive walk-in closet stood to one side, its doors slightly ajar. I hadn’t paid attention or noticed this other wardrobe before, when I’d looked into the empty closet earlier. Curiosity stirred within me as I walked over, peering inside. What awaited me was nothing short of overwhelming. The closet was filled with a vast array of clothing—everything from casual wear to elegant dresses and, yes, seductive pieces that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Go in there, stay quiet, don't make any noises. I'll go let her in now before she breaks down the door.” I agreed and went into the closet, nearly getting blinded by the obscene amount of coats and jackets he possessed. A little spider majestically slid down its web and casually settled on my arm. On reflex, I flicked it off, holding my breath so that I didn't scream. Just then, I heard the door open and footsteps enter. “For a moment I thought you weren't in,” said Clara, sounding a little relieved. I went a little deeper into the closet and sat down on the floor, in case they had a conversation longer than I hoped.

Heh. Calvin’s closet was absurdly large. Clothes were arranged meticulously by style, season, and color, each piece hanging in perfect order. Whoever maintained this room either had severe OCD or was a complete neat freak. She opened the section where his pajamas were stored and grabbed one at random. As she did, her elbow accidentally bumped into a drawer. She hadn’t meant to look inside, but her gaze inadvertently landed on a small white bottle. The label was filled with complex, medical jargon, but a few words stood out—

One question shot up into my brain instantly. "Who exactly is he?" I asked out loud to nobody in particular with a frown. I walked into the closet and everything was in perfect order. A series of black suits hung in one part of the closet compartment. Another compartment was a mixture of different colors of suits. It was all the cool colors like deep blue, sky blue, green, wine, and purple. There was no suit with yellow, pink, or orange colors. In general, no flashy or childish colors. I moved away from it and saw another compartment, just white shirts. I moved away and then, more white shirts and more white shirts and finally casual wear, then different coats.

A soft swosh came from the wall, and a door revealed itself and began to open. They both entered the closet, and Nicholas took a look at the clothes and shoes that were there and sighed. "I think I will have to call Kelvin. My closet is overflowing with clothes again, and I don't think I have worn half of them." Kelvin was his personal shopper, and he was going to call him to dejunk some of them and probably donate them to an orphanage, or he could do a sale and donate the money.

That is why they can rip human families apart without remorse. I strode over to the armoire and tried to open it, but it did not budge. I looked closely and realized it had a fingerprint and code lock. It piqued my interest. "What is he hiding in here?" I muttered to myself. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to open it today, I walked into his closet. The crisp scent of cedar met my nostrils as I gazed at the clothes hanging neatly within. I was a bit surprised to find his closet well arranged. Most of his clothes were blazer jackets and button-down shirts in an assorted array of colors. There were some black pants of the cargo variety and five three-piece suits in different colors.

After waiting five minutes, I decided to find them myself. I stepped into the walk-in closet and nearly had my jaw drop at the sight. His walk-in closet resembled a private boutique, with floor-to-ceiling walnut cabinets displaying perfectly tailored suits, military-inspired uniforms, expensive watches, polished leather shoes, and neatly arranged accessories. I searched the drawers for a long time before I finally found a pair of T-shirts and sweats.

He finally understood what it felt like to be stuck in the closet. The students recorded Tristan when he was acting like a madman and uploaded the videos online. Patrick thoroughly lost his temper when he saw them. He placed Tristan under house arrest and warned him that if he dared step foot in Branport again, he would exile Tristan from the Graham family. … Peace was finally restored to my life. One day, I tiredly lay down under a tree after classes were over. When I heard a set of footsteps approaching me, I smiled and asked, "Is it going to be soda or orange juice today, Xavier?"

Four different ways of loving me, each perfect in its own way. That evening, I was curled up in the sitting room with a book when the boys found me. “Room for four more?” Marcus asked, though they were already arranging themselves around me. “Always.” Darius settled behind me on the couch, pulling me back against his chest. Kael claimed the armrest beside me, his hand automatically finding my hair to play with. Marcus took the other end of the couch, my feet in his lap as his hands began massaging away the day’s tension. Zane positioned himself on the floor, leaning back against my legs.