Welcome To My Closet Novels & Stories

Logically, such a scenario was impossible. Carefully, I crept towards the two doors on the opposite wall, curiosity getting the better of me. I silently slid open the longer door and found myself in a walk-in closet that could easily rival a high-end boutique. My eyes widened at the sight of the array of clothing, shoes, bags, and accessories—all from renowned designers. Just one of these outfits could solve my wardrobe problem.

But there was no nightdress, no soft pants, no comfortable shirt. My gaze drifted to the closet as I remembered what Celeste said. I quickly stood up, my lips in a deep frown. The closet was large, it held dresses, silk blouses, tailored trousers. Everything was expensive, everything was for show. There was nothing soft, nothing for sleeping. “Gosh!! What should I do. Why now! Why me!,” I said, as I sat on the bed, massaging my forehead softly. But a small smile spread on my lips as I remembered Celeste’s words, “If you you need anything, press the button by the bed.”

She said. I located where her voice was echoing from. I came in front of a door in my room which I had always walked past but never noticed. I slowly opened the door and entered the room. The room was as big as a whole living room. When I entered the room, what came into my mind was that I had entered a small mall located in the palace but I was wrong. This was my very closet. I had never stood before a closet this big in my entire life. The closet held different sections of designer dresses with authentic labeling. Example; there are three cabinets for a brand. The brand’s name is Dior. When you look at one cabinet, it has a label called classic wears. It holds a collection of expenses dres

“You signed up for this, girl. No crying over spilled contract now.” Back in the bedroom, I open the huge closet. Rows of clothes in my exact size hang like they have always belonged to me. I pick a simple soft sweater and loose pants, nothing too fancy for an afternoon alone. The fabric feels like butter against my skin. Another reminder that everything here is better than what I left behind.

I can’t help but smile; at least I won’t be stuck in a dingy cell. I close that door, breathing a sigh of relief, and move to the next one. As I open it, I’m met with a walk-in closet filled with suits and clothes of every kind. The variety is astounding—tailored suits, casual wear, and even formal attire all neatly arranged, ready for someone with a discerning taste.

“They work when I need them to work. No one comes on board if they're not willing to drop everything whenever I need them. The compensation they receive is a very fair price. I shrug. I don't have an answer to that, because I assume he pays them more than I realize, so I have to put up with him. -Come. I want to show you your stuff. -My stuff? I follow him toward a door that leads to a closet that's about half the size of the single house I grew up in. The size doesn't stop me, but the collection of skirts, dresses, tops and pants hang neatly. My eyes take in the shelves of shoes, bags and accessories. -What is that? “Your wardrobe,” Creighton answers the matter matter-of-factly. “I had this

I opened the wide mahogany doors of the closet and the minute my eyes saw what was inside, my hands stilled. The whole thing was filled with brand new clothes that still had tags hanging on them. Dresses, suits, skirts, cute tops, small towels, big towels, socks, scarfs, sweaters, shawls, and literally every thing that can be called a clothing made for girls. I eyes were wide with shock. Taking a moment to swallow the sight, my hands moved the things in the closet around to see if I could find my old clothes there somewhere. I looked from the smallest box to the biggest one, but there was no sign of them. There was no sign of any of my old cloth inside the closet… including the trouser in wh

When he said I could get any shirt of my pick from his closet, I think he didn't fully explain what he meant by closet because what I was seeing as his closet had me opening my mouth for the umpteenth time today. “Calling this a closet should be criminal.” I said, my eyes dancing around the corners of the walk-in closet. The shirts were arranged by colour scheme, an array of wristwatches, shoes, sneakers, trousers, cufflinks, and so many other things. I think he could wear all the clothes here for three years and he wouldn't repeat any. That's how big it was. “So, what should I call it?” He asked. “A boutique because what else can I qualify it as? This is the walk-in closet of all walk in cl

Take any clothes that fits. I was prompted into a room, just past the front doors. It was a large walk-in closet filled with button up shirts and slacks, as well as loafers and black dress shoes. The doors closed behind me, allowing me some privacy as I shifted back and began to dress. There were many sizes here, so I didn't have to worry about any of them not fitting me. Although, it all felt way too expensive for me to be wearing so casually. When I stepped back out, I found my Beta waiting on me, leaning back against a tall marbled blue and brown pillar.

Therefore, she didn't have to worry about prying eyes as she confidently moved across the room to her closet, completely unclothed and jamming to Megan Thee Stallion's latest song. Sliding open the glass door of her closet, the lights immediately illuminated upon sensing her presence. The white wooden floor reflected the light beautifully, creating a brighter and more inviting atmosphere in the room. While her bedroom was spacious, it paled in comparison to her luxurious closet, which was Emma's favorite room whenever she came over. As best friends, they often raided each other's closets without taking advantage of one another.