Welcome To My Closet Novels & Stories

I can't live like that in the rest of the days that I will live here. When I arrived at the room I was occupying in the mansion, I immediately searched the clothes in the walk-in-closet of the room to find presentable clothes to wear and I did not take long to search. A plain black off-shoulder dress grabbed my attention so I immediately took it from the closet hanger to wear.

“Come back here.” Ignoring him completely, I stepped into the closet. The place looked less like a closet and more like a luxury boutique. Rows of perfectly organized clothes lined the walls, with enough suits and shirts to fill an entire store. I slowly looked around, most people would probably grab the first shirt they saw. Not me, I knew exactly which one I wanted. A smile tugged at my lips when I spotted it hanging neatly among the others. I reached for it and pulled it from the rack. Immediately, Ethan groaned. “No. You can't wear that.”

He was probably pissed about the way Steve was looking at me. Now let’s be real, he can do anything. And I just get up and walk to the closet and looked at a bag beside a few dresses, which seemed like were bought for me. I looked inside the bag and sure enough, a black dress for the funeral. I take the dress and walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower before I can actually, dress up. I lock the door well aware of what Aeden is capable of. Placing the dress on the rack, I moved to the shower stall and turned it on. Water ran down with a buzzing noise and I stepped under it, not bothering about the temperature.

There are shoes of every kind, ranging from flip-flops to boots. At the back of the closet there are drawers and cases filled with jewelleries. There’s so many, I haven’t seen so many altogether in my whole life. This is too much. I can’t find normal pajama pants so I settle with a black cotton dress with golden embroidery around the neck. I walk out of the closet and look at the dress. It looks simplest compared to the rest of the heavy ones hanging inside the closet. Surprisingly they fit me perfectly. My eyes are drawn to the hickeys on my neck and all the events flash in front of my eyes. I squint my eyes close and clutch my head.

I slowly walked over to the walk-in closet and opened the doors. And my goodness was the closet filled with the latest designer clothing, shoes, jewelry, name it, from top to bottom. I gasped with wide eyes. This was a mini boutique in my closet and I couldn't believe it because I had never seen so many expensive clothes in one place, belonging to me. I walked over to the countertop, where a bouquet of red roses sat. There was a note attached to the flowers. Let's see what Mr bossy Pants said now, I picked it up and read it.

Business trip. “Behave. Bye now.” With her last warning in my mind I skipped up the stairs and entered my walk-in closet. The urge to rebel was at its peak as I scanned through my closet while undressing myself. Although red was bold and attractive, my eyes zeroed in on one particular dress. Cooking up the rest of my outfit mentally I hopped into the shower, exfoliating to feel soft and smooth. Thanks to laser, I didn't have to worry about hair.

I feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks, I just looked down, not wanting to see if he noticed it. “I think you will find something to your satisfaction in the closet, me Angel. If not, please tell me so we can get you something else later.” Opening the door to the closet, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Before me was the biggest closet I have ever seen. The whole closet was in shades of pink and light grey. There was a hint of blue as well. The downlights made it feel as if you would

I was in my room, except it wasn't my room… It looked different, somehow… I got up and went to my closet to find something to wear. As I opened the closet door and peered inside I noticed that everything in my wardrobe was not mine… The closet was full of frilly dresses, blouses with frilly sleeves, some sort of professional looking pencil dresses, and jeans. Tons of jeans. It seemed that none of these items of clothing were anything I would have actually bought for myself.

I'm trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. I stand in front of my closet. I scan through my clothes, searching for something that feels just right for the day. I spot my favorite casual gown hanging there—a soft, flowy fabric that feels like a gentle embrace against my skin. I pull it out and slip it on, feeling the fabric cascade around my legs. The color is a lovely shade of blue that always brightens my mood.

[Christmas] I am now here in my closet, replacing all my new things from my old ones. I don't know where I will put all my old stuff because we don't have enough closet here except in the other room that I don't want to enter. I can use the closet there but I don't want to. Maybe I will just find some boxes in the storage room. That's it. "Yes Mom I am now going."