Welcome To My Closet Novels & Stories

I have lesser things to worry about now. I opened my closet and saw the clothes I’ve hung. On the front was a knee-length black dress. It is a sheath dress perfect for classy and formal events. I've worn this a few times before. I’ve decided to wear this for the welcoming party. I think that this will suit the venue. I wonder what will Yuji wear.

As I pressed it, a low hum filled the air, and the wardrobe split apart, revealing a breathtaking sight before me. Before my eyes stood a magnificent walk-in closet, bathed in soft, warm lighting. It was like stepping into a mini mall, with racks upon racks of clothes for every season. Winter garments, spring ensembles, office attire, and even cozy sweatpants - all neatly organized and ready to be worn. The sheer variety overwhelmed me.

As I approach the door, it begins to open on its own, exposing row upon row of different clothing and shoes. I feel my jaw go slack as I take in all the designer tags. There was everything from jeans and leggings to dresses and skirts. There was a whole row full of just t-shirts and another row of designer blouses that I would probably never wear. Hell, most of this stuff, while nice, would probably just collect dust. I am more of a jean and a t-shirt type of girl. I will wear dresses for special occasions and so on, but in my line of work it is very rare that I do anything other than hunt down creeps and kill them. Suddenly feeling sluggish I grab a pair of black leggings and a white t-shir

Back in the room, my eyes fell on what seemed like a door and I immediately trailed my hands on it for it to immediately review another room "What is this?" the words escaped my mouth as I entered, the empty racks signify it is a closet, So a walkin' Closet I guess. After spending the longest in the shower, the initial excitement that came with the room eventually washed away as reality begin to creep in, I still have no idea how or where to place this whole thing, but as least I am not sold to an organ harvester right? Does this man even know that I was kidnapped into doing this, maybe I should tell him but then again Macho warned me strongly about saying a thing, what should I do? I swear

After getting irritated I walked over the to closet and open its door that it was so big that I can't even call it a closet but a personal mini-mall where you can get anything you want. I step inside the closet and saw varieties of perfumes and Huda beauty's make up (my favorite brand) after checking the make up I opened a perfume bottle which looks so expensive that just to buy this single bottle I need to save my whole month salary, (that's a different story that I've no job)

Feeling exhausted, I decided to look for my clothes. Entering the closet, my eyes widened in awe at the magnificent array of clothes, shoes, and accessories neatly organized. The sheer luxury and elegance of the space took my breath away, momentarily distracting me from my current predicament. Despite my confusion and fear, I couldn’t help but be impressed by Alpha Enzo’s impeccable taste. I scanned the closet, hoping to find my clothes. After a few minutes of searching, I spotted them neatly folded on a shelf. Relief washed over me as I quickly grabbed them, clutching the fabric to my chest. I needed to get dressed and leave this place as soon as possible.

I stepped into the massive marble bathroom, scrubbed the scent of him off my skin in a hot shower, and walked back into that boutique-sized closet. I wasn’t going to play the role of the mourning princess today. I found a pair of black denim bump shorts that showed off my legs and a tight white crop top that hit just above my belly button. It was simple, it was comfortable, and until Adrian told me otherwise, I was going to treat this closet like my own personal shopping mall.

I stammered. “Young lady, talk!” His voice thundered across the room. “I don’t have anything to wear!” I finally snapped, frustration and embarrassment spilling out. My throat tightened. “I couldn’t bring anything…” He tilted his chin toward the closet. “You mean…?” I tried to understand. “Don’t you want something to wear anymore?” His tone was sharp enough to cut glass. “Okay,” I whispered, moving toward the closet like it was a trap. Inside, I stopped dead. The closet wasn’t just big, it was insane. Each section was arranged by color, like a luxury boutique. Rows of expensive fabrics that looked softer than clouds. Even the way they hung seemed smug.

Thanks, girlfriend, but it's a late for the pep talk, I already beat you to it. Right now, I’m standing in front of my closet, digging through fabric like I’m on a scavenger hunt for decency. It’s 9PM. I still haven’t found a single thing that screams “professional decent woman” instead of “street-certified disaster.” I’m just now realizing... My entire wardrobe belongs to the streets. What the hell do I do? **** On my way to the office, I try not to make eye contact with anyone in the elevator. But it’s impossible when everyone is staring at me like I just stepped off a spaceship.

It was a fucking throne room compared to the pits of Malrath. And then I noticed it. The closet. Fully fucking stocked. I walked over, whistling low. “Well, well… what the fuck is this?” Black leather jackets. White tees. My favorite kind of ripped jeans. Even the damn socks were my preferred texture...not too thick, not too scratchy. “You’re telling me the magical hellhole castle knew my fashion preferences?” I said to no one. The overhead light flickered. Twice. I froze. “Well well, magic castle,” I said slowly. “Thank you very fucking much.”