Under The Closet Novels & Stories

BETTY Anything else? I tap my fingers anxiously against the marble island in the center of the closet. It could get cold. I crouch down and pull one of his heavy, oversized black hoodies from the bottom shelf, stuffing it into the duffel bag. That should be it. I grab the handles of the bag, but right as I turn toward the door, a sudden realization stops me dead in my tracks. Underwear. I let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, letting my head drop back. I have to go into Nathaniel Blackwell’s underwear drawer.

Brett preceded us into the dark building, using his phone light. “Hey, Brett, the basement is flooded. Is there any dry dark place where I can leave Kujo’s new sleeping bag?” “Sure, this way. There’s an old closet big enough for him to sleep there.” I traded a look with Brandon and followed Brett, saying, “Let’s go see your new room, my boy.” The closet was all the way across the first floor, and it could’ve been used as a bedroom with at least two beds. Brett helped me open the new sleeping bag on the floor. Kujo pushed me, and I let him throw me down on the bag, laughing.

Hmfphh ! I only get the latest styles sometimes. Now I remember that I need new clothes since so long!!! I didn’t buy anything since the time I was at Ryder’s pack which was just a few days back but then that is a lot of time in my shopping calender. Also, where will I fit the new ones ? Hmmm. I will ask Daddy to get me another closet. “There is a secret panel behind the store of clothes in your closet that leads down to an underground basement through a flight of stairs, San,” Kris’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

She decided to give up, until. "Oh, there you are! Can't believe it took me this long to you.", she said to herself while holding the suit. The suit was hiding behind her sex toys. It just came to her mind that she has to put all of her sex toys in The Underneath. This was a perfect time to do so, since she found his belongings and he is taking a shower. She walked out from the closet and put all of his stuff on the bed where she could easily see them. She goes back to the closet and start gathering all of her sex toys. She has a lot of sex toys, so she grabbed an empty box and put everything in there. She checked everywhere in the closet if there's anymore items hiding. There were no sex to

The man said in an angry tone. I went to take a step towards the desk, "crawl." I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards the desk slowly. I started to cry. "Oh don't cry faggot, you'll smudge your makeup." The man laughed loudly at his own joke. As I got closer, he scooted his chair back. I crawled in the dark crawlspace under the desk. It was enclosed on three sides. Two by the drawers and one by a full length facade at my back. I would be under here and they would have no idea. In this crouched position, the thong uncomfortably sliced into my sides and up my ass. Every movement in this position moved the string, it dragged the plug slightly as it moved.

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.

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.