Under The Closet Novels & Stories

"You want me too, don't you? This afternoon, when you caught me watching—what were you doing with your hand under that desk?" She flashed that wicked grin again, her perfume intoxicating. I couldn't exactly tell her I'd been playing with her daughter. So I played along. "Rough day. I just... let off some steam looking at you." She laughed, low and throaty. "Oh yeah? Well, now I'm right here in your arms. Don't you want to really let off some steam?" She peeled off my shirt, revealing my chest. That's when I saw it. Through the crack in the doorway, Jean was hiding behind the door, watching us. Her hand was moving between her legs.

Instead, he grabs her wrist and pulls her toward the far wall, to the oversized wardrobe that takes up most of the room’s left corner. Amanda’s brow furrows. “Your closet?” “Not exactly,” he mutters, crouching down. He pulls aside a thick layer of winter coats, revealing a flat wooden panel hidden behind them. With practiced hands, he pushes in the edge of the panel. It clicks. A narrow door swings open. She gasps. Behind it is a hollow space—dark, cramped, and invisible to anyone not looking directly for it. Just large enough for a person to crouch inside.

I miss her so much. "I'm going to make you proud mom," I said softly as I got up and went into the shower cleansing myself. I was soon through; I grabbed a towel and begin to try myself. I threw it into the small blue basket with all the other dirty towels and went into my room naked. I closed my door behind me. I began to put on my beautiful underwear with bows and balloons, I love so much. The underwear fell from my hand hearing a strange sound. It sounded like someone hiss their teeth. I stared at my closet while my heart raced within my chest starting to believe someone was in my closet. I hurriedly took up of nightwear holding it against my chest hiding my nakedness. Slowly I walked up

"Pick a place. Somewhere you can reach quickly if needed. Only Jules and I need to know the location." I headed toward my walk-in closet—the one Dominic had transformed into a fortress of designer armor and hidden security features. Past the rows of gowns that cost more than most people's cars, beneath a drawer filled with jewelry that could fund small wars, I lifted a wooden panel to reveal the velvet-lined compartment we'd never used. Quick. Clean. Accessible. But as I tucked the box inside, it still felt like hiding a ticking time bomb. When I returned to the hallway, the sound of laughter drifted from downstairs. Light, musical, feminine laughter that somehow set my teeth on edge.

I adored her back and posture while walking, she seemed to be trained well. She stopped in the metal door before opening it with combinations of passwords. She let me inside first before she followed. I didn't expect that an underground can be this so beautiful. A white themed room greeted me with different weapons and a king-size bed in the middle of the room. The lights give life in the darkness, making us see in this place. The woman cleared her throat, making me look at her. “The closet is here, you can choose whatever you want. And you can change their”. She said before walking sideward to give me space. I walked in the closet and choose comfortable clothes. I saw a simple white dress,

From her room on the second floor of the building, a narrow alley was connected from her huge wardrobe down below an underground space. It was a rectangular, spacious, and well-equipped compartment. Coated with silver all over the place, she was informed about its perfection to defy against other beasts. It was modernly designed and high-tech in every sense of it. There were CCTVs around the campus she could access through the monitors on the top part of the room. There were two doors but no windows. The first door was through her secret closet inside the wardrobe. The other one leads to the backside of the building, strategically concealed from anyone's viewpoint.

There were two doors in the bedroom leading to heavens knows where, two large windows, one, of course, led to an open balcony that had a magnificent view of the vast expanse of green at the backyard and the other that showed what she assumed would be the aide of the house. One black couch was placed in front of a thick glass coffee table and a painting of the sea hung on the wall behind the couch. “June and I put in so much effort in making sure your room is as comfortable as possible,” Tabitha sounded as excited as an artist unveiling a recent masterpiece to the world. Tabitha pointed at the first door that was just a few steps away from the door they had walked through, “That is your close

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.

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

He hadn’t locked this one. Tessa gasped faintly. “What is that?” “Our way out,” I said, swinging the panel open and revealing the narrow crawlspace beneath. It wasn’t much of a tunnel—just a passage that led under the floorboards into a side closet in the living room. I looked at her. “Come on.” Tessa stared at the opening, then at me, wide-eyed. “I can’t believe you found that,” she whispered. “Neither can I,” I muttered. “Now move.”