Under The Closet Novels & Stories

The bathroom had heated floors. Heated fucking floors. Who the hell needed heated floors? Rich people. That's who. I unpacked my box in three minutes. My sad collection of mismatched underwear and two pairs of jeans looked like a joke in the massive walk-in closet. There was a note on the bed when I turned around. "Wear the dress in the closet. No underwear. -D" I crumpled the note. No underwear? Was he serious? I opened the closet again and found a black gown hanging front and center. It was simple and elegant.

the lead girl whispered, nodding toward the massive dark oak wardrobe. It was Rhys’s closet, and even from a distance, the scent of him drifted out. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, dark tunics and heavy formal furs. I knew that if I hung my clothes there, the layers would mingle, the fabric of our lives knotting together in the dark. It felt far too intimate. "No," I said, pointing to a low, dusty cabinet tucked away in the furthest corner by the window. "Put my things there. As far from the bed as possible."

Her body moved before her mind could catch up, stumbling toward the closet and yanking the door shut just as she heard the soft click of a lock being picked. --- The door swung open. Heavy boots stomped into the room. Claire pressed herself into the darkest corner of the closet, holding her breath until her lungs screamed. Through the thin slats, she watched two men—tall, broad, dressed in black—move through the room. Hunters. Predators. One of them kicked the bed aside carelessly. The other threw open the bathroom door and cursed under his breath. "She has to be here somewhere," one growled.

Mia's POV Alexander's voice echoes from somewhere upstairs. "THERE'S A CLOSET UNDER THE STAIRS!" His footsteps thunder across the ceiling. Then Ethan's voice, quieter, more measured: "That's not under the stairs. We're on the second floor. There are no stairs above us." "It's a SECRET closet then!" "Alexander, all closets are 'secret' until you open them. That's just how closets work." I'm still standing in the living room. Kyle is still at the kitchen counter. His hand has moved from the grout lines to the edge of the sink. Stainless steel. Undermount. Deep basin. I'd specified the gauge of the steel. Eighteen gauge. Heavy duty.

With that, he left, pulling the door shut behind him. Rooting through the closet, I found a basket of under things, a long black sweater dress with a matching sweater, both ankle length and soft. Dressing quickly, I threw on some soft tights underneath, and slipped my feet into a pair of mid calf lace up boots, all black, even down to the metal detailing. In fact, most of the clothing available was black. Examining the closet, I relaxed a bit. Nothing here was too bright or overwhelming, nothing with sequins or clunky belts or metal pieces. Everything simple, soft, flowing or fitted.

Therefore, Jessica knew that it was easy to mistake Tyler's clothes in the closet for Noah's. Jessica once again took a deep breath when she realized this, but she no longer said anything as she closed the wardrobe door again. “I didn't even bring any clothes here, but my parents probably wouldn't bother opening this wardrobe, right?” She once again spoke to herself. That was her conclusion, and she was about to walk towards her black travel bag once more when her eyes suddenly noticed something under the bed. Her brows furrowed as she remembered well that the space under the bed was once empty when she still lived here, and the presence of that thing was enough to arouse her curiosity.

But the biggest surprise was the closet. It felt more like a small department store. The sections were organized by size, and Lydia was thrilled to see her own size- sixteen- well stocked with jeans and t shirts, sweat pants and hoodies, dresses and jackets in various colors. The wall of drawers in the back held underwear and pajamas in various sizes, and to the left, an entire breakaway section held shoes: sandals, sneakers, and light wedges in various sizes.

Where would Darius least expect me to go? I dismissed the bathing room immediately… too obvious. Under the bed? No, too easy. The closet. It was huge, filled with clothes and boots and various items. And in the very back, behind all the hanging garments, there was a small space where I could wedge myself. I dove into the closet, pushing past expensive coats and formal wear, and squeezed myself into the back corner. I pressed my body as far back as I could, making myself as small as possible, and held my breath.

For God’s sake her life was going to change. Parking the car in the parking lot, Ace helped Cameron to get out of the car. With a happy smile on his face, she helped her to continue their way to the mall. “Hey, Ace, what are we doing here?” Cameron asked. “I think your closet needs to be full. I do know how women can be. They like to brag about her new clothes every time they can and you can’t be the exception.” Cameron smiled. Ace did really know women and, as he can say, Cameron wasn’t the exception.