Under The Closet Novels & Stories

Maddie is a very powerful witch and Raven is an equally strong magician and that is certainly not desirable in the eyes of a very arrogant opponent. All sorts of things are pulled out of the magic closet to ensure that their powers are undermined. Can Maddie handle all this magic that suddenly comes her way? Quite a lot is required of her. She sometimes wishes she didn't have those magical powers. Plus, Raven has some more magical secrets that he hasn't shared with her yet. Will there eventually be balance in the magic and in their lives? Or do they part ways there?

MATURED CONTENTS 😉 EVERY DIRTY STORIES YOU CAN THINK OF🙃 Uea, a lazy writer, suddenly found himself in his dirty short stories as the main character. In EXCLUSIVELY HIS, the main character is lustful, and the male lead got his closet filled with all sorts of kinky toys and styles. Vampire sex story, dragon? Merman? Beastman? Billionaire? Werewolf? Harem? Raw and intense... Uea plunged himself into a lustful ride. But what is the endgame? Love or departure? Uea will have to choose___ even if it brings pain.

He trailed his hand down her face as it flushed instantly, emotions that seemed uncontrolled blooming out. "I love you. You know that right?", he asked, his eyes looking as convincing as ever, as he stared at the naive and lovesick teenage girl in front of him. " I...," she could not make out her words as her legs turned into jelly, making her lean gently on him. "I love you too," she managed to say, and those were the words he needed. It was the final year for the 12th graders in GGIS High School. While happy at the approaching conclusion of their Highschool lives, there was also the fact that they may never see one another again. Now, more than ever was the perfect time to express all the feelings or bury them. For Rachael, it was the perfect time to get rid of her feelings for Zack, her crush and high school bad boy. For Kevin, it was now or never to tell Rachael how he felt about her. Things got complicated as Rachael's best friend developed a crush on Zack, while Kevin is hopelessly waiting for Rachael to reciprocate the feelings he had for her That wasn't easy to do when surrounded by post-puberty bodies nearly bursting with raging hormones with a liking for unwholesome entertainment in their various lives and secrets of their own. Some more than others. Andrew, their friend, in particular, seems to be hiding a secret. With a rift torn between friends, a locked closet full of skeletons, and choices that could either mend their relationships or rip them apart for the rest of their lives. Will they submit to their urges? Will they come to understand their feelings? And work together to find out what the probable skeletons in the closet are?

After being persuaded to live with his mom and her new family, Pierre discovers that ‘the boy’ from a year ago is his stepbrother who has grown into the biggest asshole. Not only is he an ass, but he is a bully that is declined to make his life a living hell at school, but acts like a saint at home. Annoyed and unnerved by his bipolar acts, Pierre makes a decision to ignore his possible being, only to discover that Poseidon has a secret crush on him. Now he has to choose whether he comes out of the closet and reciprocate his feelings, or ignore him forever.

Zekailah Anderson caught her Fiance cheating with her sister, hiding inside the closet while recording the video, glaring at them with bloodshot eyes. Eaten by her anger, Zekailah came up with the plan to ruin her own wedding the next day. She played the video during the ceremony, thinking that it will embarrassed her family. But what she was expecting didn't go well according to the plan. Her parents still pushed the wedding and made her sister married her fiancee. Zekailah was furious and devastated. She ran away and met Zachary Vergara, her new boytoy that she will use to start her revenge. Few days later, she married Zachary and helped her with her vengeance.

Caitlynn Nocella is human. She bleeds, she feels empathy for cute things like kittens in a teacup, she's optimistic and bubbly, and she forgives easily. Blaise Jacobson is a ghoul. A hot-head cocky and careless ghoul who feeds on human flesh once a fortnight and is blunt as hell. When Blaise saves Caitlynn from being killed by ghouls, he inadvertently drags her into a world of ghouls and humans combined. Suddenly everything is different and the ghouls she meet aren't exactly your typical 'monsters hiding in the closet'. Falling for a ghoul is hard, especially when you know how hot-headed and damaged he is, but maybe Caitlynn could change that, but at what cost?

My husband dotes on me. He's always saying I'm the one he cherishes most in this life. Everyone else envies me too, saying I married well—pampered like a princess. It all started when I mentioned, offhand, that tailored cuts flatter my figure. From that moment on, he kept it in mind every day, going out of his way to gather all kinds of designer womenswear for me. In the walk-in closet at home, there's always a wardrobe filled exclusively with my new clothes—each piece haute couture, with exquisite fabrics and impeccable craftsmanship. On New Year's Eve in our third year of marriage, the house was lively, packed with relatives chatting and laughing. With a smile, my husband handed me a gift box. "Go on, open your New Year's present." The frustration and resentment I'd been bottling up for so long exploded in an instant. I shoved the box to the floor. "It's the New Year—can you just stop for once?" The moment the words left my mouth, everyone fell silent. The relatives' expressions shifted; one after another, they began to scold me for being ungrateful, for not knowing how lucky I was. My husband looked at me, eyes full of shock and hurt. "I just bought you some pretty clothes. Why are you angry?" Amid their pointing fingers and his wounded questioning, I rushed into the walk-in closet like I'd lost my mind, dragging out those designer clothes and throwing them all over the floor. Everyone stared at me, stunned. No one said another word.

Sunny Feliciano is a typical Asian guy. Upon coming out of the closet, his father changed and hate him for being Bi. Sunny did everything to make his father proud. He didn't mind all the bruises he got from his dad, physically and mentally, he just really want to be loved by him and hope everything would be back to normal. Then fate did something spectacular. Sunny would stumble upon a guy named Parker Wingston who is in the same shoes as him. Finally, someone to lean on in times of heartbreak and pain. They would find comfort in each other's presence. But the twist is about to happen. Fate wants to crumple their paper hearts. Let's join Sunny and Parker in their journey against the cruelty of this world.

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

Once again the oxygen from my lungs was stolen at the sight of her. I cursed my night vision and knew I was going to be punished when I got home for what I was about to do. Just a kiss. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it? I took a deep breath as I moved closer to her. She shifted nervously. “I-” I pulled her against my body, silencing her words with a passionate kiss. She gasped and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside of her mouth. When she melted against me, I lost control. This was not the plan, but I couldn’t resist her. I picked her up before pressing her against the wall behind her. I know I had been warned against pursuing her, but it was too late for that. I had claimed her first kiss, and now I wanted all of her firsts. My hand moved under her short skirt to brush her wetness. I closed my eyes as she spread her legs. Fuck. I was screwed. I knew it was wrong. She was just a freshman who deserved her first time to be somewhere better than a closet full of musty coats with a junior who had a girlfriend. I pulled back to look into her eyes, trying to resist temptation. She touched her lips, and her eyes closed. Fuck. I was so screwed. I knew at that moment that she was going to be my first, too. ******** Sequel to Hunting Her Hunters. This is Osprey's journey to finding his mate. Follow his path that is full of twists and turns, misunderstandings, and a love so deep that it transcends the normal bounds of a mate bond from day 1.