Under The Closet Novels & Stories

Raising his eyebrows he open his door and said "Come let me show" I shrugs as I open my side of the door then hop out of the car. We walk in side by side and enter the prince parlor. The moment I step my leg in his massive walk in closet, my jaw drop. The jerk have a freaking under ground walk in closet. Just beside his room there is a door, when you open it, it lead you to a hallway, which lead you to the door of his underground closet. Adam was right. I can easily get lost in this place, If am not wrong, his closet may be the size of our whole house.

I turned and fled from the room without a word, heading straight for the basement. Most of it was furnished into a large game room, complete with couches, tv’s, a large bar, and every kind of tabletop game there was. What most people didn’t know was that there was a secret door hidden behind the bar that led to the utility area for the Manor. And located there was a closet where my bedroom was, a very old set of washer and dryers, and a little bathroom.

"I can't believe that someone who allegedly has the same tastes as Mr. Graham is staying in a rundown apartment. I think that you're—" "That's enough!" Tristan snapped impatiently, interrupting her. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. He then whispered into my ear, "Don't lock the door later. I'll come over tonight." He got back into the car and drove away after he was done speaking. I stood in front of the apartment for a long time before I finally made my way upstairs. This place was Tristan's and my secret base. We were free to kiss and hug each other here.

he grunted, as if I were an underpaid stagehand interrupting his rehearsal. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I slipped inside, eyes fixed firmly on the top shelf where the bleach usually sat, doing my best not to step on any discarded clothing or… fluids. The closet was narrow, the air thick with the sour-sweet tang of too many overlapping perfumes, and I had to brush past them more than once just to reach the mop bucket. Each time, I felt a prickle under my skin, like standing too close to a live wire of hormones. “Close the door on your way out,” Fitch drawled lazily, his voice low, commanding—almost predatory. The kind of tone that made half the girls here swoon and the other half sharpen

Night had come and now the flakes danced under the lights of the ski-resort. Her leg rested next to his. The chair was too small for them to truly sit apart, and Nathan found his heart beating faster just being near her. This felt intimate, despite the fact that there were other people just on the other side of the room. “Oh look,” Holly said, pointing upward. “Mistletoe.” Nathan’s eyes went up and saw that someone had hung a small sprig of green over the love seat. Given that it was a love seat, he could understand the placement.

A wide spaced balcony, that was wider than her own bed room, was adorned with a hanging garden and the view of the widespread jungle. Ukiyo took out a royal blue sweatshirt and a black sweatpant, which seemed pretty feminine, and glanced at her as if asking her for her opinion to which she gave a curt nod and extended her arms for the approval. She moved to the bathroom, which was big as everything she had come across in this house. A kind of relief and the drops of the shower hit her skin washing away the tardiness. She used whatever product was in the drawer. After the wash she pretty much smelled the same as Wilson, which made her smile unconsciously.

“Sounds wonderful.” Inside, Lawler quickly escorts me to the middle of the house into the storage closet. “What are we doing in here?” I ask as he closes the door behind us, locking us in total darkness. “My personal space is in the mountains. You feel we are being followed, so we cannot walk through the woods right now. We will have to use the underground tunnels to get close to where we need to go.” “What does that have to do with us being in a storage closet?” “Hide the entrance in a place no one would think to look.” He winks at me before moving to the back and sliding a shelf to the side. Sure enough, a door is hidden in the wall behind the shelf.

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At last, they were pushed out of the hall. Someone smiled at me in approval and raised their glass. I took a champagne flute from a server's tray and returned the toast. The heavy ballroom doors slowly closed, shutting out the commotion outside and my troubled past. The minor commotion served as entertainment between business negotiations. My future would glitter as brilliantly as the color of the champagne in my glass.

The door opened, we hung like old-time friends and walked on in while I introduced Dean to them. In the center of the house is a closet door with a secret entrance to the basement, which can be accessed only through the closet door. After opening the door, we descended some rickety stairs before we reached the basement. As we carefully make our way down the stairs, we become aware of the wobbles and squeaks on the floor.