The Fourth Closet Graphic Novels & Stories

She hugged me, gently patting my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the basement," Zane said politely to my friends as he led us downstairs. He walked so quickly that by the time we reached the basement, he had already unlocked the door and switched on the lights. The basement had four rooms—a store room, a gym, and two lounge areas for guests. I took them inside to get a better look. It was clean and tidy like before. Every room looked untouched; not only had nothing been added, but nothing had been taken either.

“It is just a shirt.” “It is a better shirt than your work one.” Lucas turned toward him slightly. “You talk too much outside work too.” Jordy smirked. “And yet you followed me here.” “I came for quiet.” “Convenient answer.” Lucas stepped a little closer. Jordy noticed but said nothing. Lucas reached past him toward a shelf behind Jordy, his arm brushing lightly near Jordy’s shoulder. Instead of moving away after grabbing the bottle, Lucas stayed there, close enough for Jordy to catch the faint scent of soap and fabric freshener on him.

Vincent would prefer to stare at me with wide eyes and a tilted head until I grow curious enough to check it out myself. His method works. I peek inside, wondering if he's got a business suit he's outgrown and expects me to wear or another ridiculous thing like he plans to dress me in his college sweatshirt. But no. On the right side of the closet he's removed a small section of his clothing. There on the bar hang a few skirts and blouses with a collection of boxes I can only guess contain shoes on the floor.

It was purple themed with stars on the ceiling and a beautiful baby crib in the center. I recalled how Alpha Jacob was stuffing something large inside a closet. As soon as he had heard, he stashed that large thing inside, slammed the door shut and looked at us sheepishly as he leaned against the closet with his arms crossed across his chest and as he tried his best to don a nonchalant expression. I pursed my lips not to laugh at him because right behind him the leg of a stuffed teddy bear dangled.

I partnered it with my trusty black flats. Iwent on Gideon's side and I am not sure if I can get in but I have to try. I scan my thumb and magically his walk in closets door opened. Wow! The scheme is still black, brown and grey. And his side is much more bigger. I shake my head because I got distracted again. I have a mission to do. I scan his "closet" and choose an outfit for him. Too dark? Huh. Don't care. He looks panty dropping when he wears dark clothes.

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 scent diffuser so fancy I assumed it had a PhD. He nodded to the double doors near the hall. “Yours now.” I stepped in. Walk-in closet. Not huge — but curated. Color-coded. Custom-fitted. I ran my fingers along a soft black button-down and frowned. The clothes weren’t me. Not the tech hoodies I usually wore. Not the old anime tees with pizza stains. These were all... dark. Structured. Deliberate. There was leather. Chains. A silver ring choker hanging beside a zippered shirt I was too scared to touch.

Audrey Edwin flicked on the light, revealing what had been hidden inside the closet this whole time: sewing paradise. Well, it wasn’t just a closet—it was an entire workroom for sewing. Bolts of fabric lined the walls in a rainbow of colors and textures, a large cutting table dominated the center, and in the corner stood a mannequin with a half-finished suit pinned to it.

April commented before she looked down at my dress and shook her head. "You look depressed right now, we need to change that. Karl, I'm stealing your wife for a few minutes." She dragged me by the hand as she shout out over her shoulder. Ignoring the protest from her parents, April took me up the stairs. When we reached her bedroom door, she stopped. "Shoot, I can't take you in there. I have the dress I'm making for you spread out and I don't want to ruin the surprise. Come on." Skipping her bedroom, April pulled me to the next door that was painted soft blue and has a large picture of Zeus- not the Zeus Thompson of this family, but the actual greek god zeus.

Honestly I feel like he could read minds because he knew I didn't mean what I said. “There's the closet.” He points up two doors which I assumed that they led to a different room. I opened the doors and was welcomed by expensive scent of fabrics. A closet I always dreamt of. I smiled at how they were organized. All shades of red placed one side, shades of black. Everything was in order and to my surpise everything was my exact size. Even the underwear. “Come on. Get dressed.” Jerald said. I looked over him. He just stood there, I cleared my thoart and he excused himself. Wait… I don't even know what to wear.