Welcome To My Closet Novels & Stories

I asked, opening the closet door. I do have a huge closet growing up but never like this. The dressings, jewelries, shoes, and other accessories makes me feel like a princess each time I open it. Maybe because one of the items in them were like the ones I grew up having. My styles was pretty basic back then, jeans, t-shirts, shirts and basic tops, and I'm never going back to that. I knock on the door catch my attention and I looked at Hazel, wondering who the unfamiliar scents belong to— wait what?

It’s probably empty, but maybe the robe I wore earlier has been cleaned and returned at least. My brows lift as I open the double doors to find the entire closet filled to the brim. Colorful gowns line the wall to the left, some in luxurious materials I’ve never seen before. Looking closer, I see they are all in my size. Running my hands over a lovely pink one with an embroidered skirt, I know instantly this is the one for Cally. The other side of the closet is mostly drawers and shoe racks, all of which are also full. I gather some shoes and undergarments for Cally and take them back to her.

A huge mirror and drawers and drawers of skin care. Back to the room, I opened up the closet and I thought I could not be surprised further, there was large walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, different designers,boots, sneakers, heels, sweaters, dresses, shirts.. most disturbing thing was everything was my size, it felt like the entire room was for…. Me.

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

It would seem impersonal and a waste of money. When I approached the room, the maid was stepping out the door. I smiled and greeted her. “Hello,” I stopped her, “Do you mind if I go into that room and look around?” The maid’s eyes narrowed a little in wonder, but she gave me permission to go in. I didn’t want to mess up her clean room, so I was careful to avoid smudgeable spots. I made my way over to the closet at the corner of the room, and pulled the door open to reveal a giant walk-in space with numerous suits lining the walls. Once I stepped into the closet, I inadvertently took a deep breath through my nose.

After that, I made my way to the closet. Celeste had generously offered to share her wardrobe with me and had told me last night to use any of her clothes I like. As I browsed through the clothes, I felt drawn to a simple, pale blue sundress. As I slipped it on, I couldn’t help but marvel at how well it fit.

Where did he even find this? I had to admit, the choices weren’t bad at all. Especially since he had thought to put in every possible style- from goth to cute girly clothes. I smack my face. He’s making it too hard to leave! I am so in love with this closet, I want to be buried in it when I die. Forget the graveyard. Forget cremation. Just put me in here and my soul shall rest in peace and nobody has to ever worry about me haunting them (unless they try to barge in this closet and mess around with my corpse).

I guess one of the staff must have brought them into my closet. I take off my clothes and head to my bathroom, and I pass by my massive walk-in closet. All my clothes from my suitcases are already hanging according to color. I open the top drawer, and I see my underwear. My makeup, makeup remover, moisturizers, kits, perfumes, and cologne are placed just the way I like. As much as I want to be lazy all day, I have more important things to do than sulk in my room. I decide to go to my bathroom and shower before someone can come inside to wake me up and see me half-naked.

When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear,

His voice cracks like a whip, forceful enough to make my chest jolt. I don’t argue again. I can’t. Not with that tone. My feet move before I can think, carrying me toward the door. The moment I slip inside, it clicks shut behind me. Darkness. Silence. Then the smell—fabric, detergent, something faintly musky. The walk-in closet is massive, almost absurdly so. Racks tower above me, endless rows of clothes pressing in. I duck low, disappearing into a sea of sweatpants. Dozens of them. Every shade, every fabric, like someone obsessed over loungewear. It’s ridiculous, hiding in a jungle of sweatpants, but I crouch anyway, pressing myself into the farthest corner, every nerve straining.