Golden Closet Novels & Stories

I turned and fled from the room without a word, heading straight for the basement. Most of it was furnished into a large game room, complete with couches, tv’s, a large bar, and every kind of tabletop game there was. What most people didn’t know was that there was a secret door hidden behind the bar that led to the utility area for the Manor. And located there was a closet where my bedroom was, a very old set of washer and dryers, and a little bathroom.

The door was unlocked! He paused. Asher won't be back till around 01: AM. Then who is… Gulping down, his heart slamming, he silently pushed the door open and his hand flew to the light switch on the wall then turned the lights on. He was unsure whether to be relieved or not when he saw Brittany stretching seductively on his bed like a lazy cat, wearing nothing but a sexy bra and lingerie. “Brittany!” He got angry, “What the hell are you…”

he teased, nodding toward the mysterious door she had often pondered about. Anna nodded, her heart beating faster with excitement. “Yes,” she whispered, her smile matching his. “Come on, let’s see,” Xavier said with a playful giggle, taking her hand as they headed toward the closet together, anticipation building between them. Xavier gently took Anna by the hand, leading her toward the closet door that had always piqued her curiosity. As he opened it, a soft glow from within greeted her, and she stepped inside, her breath catching in awe. The closet was transformed into a beautifully intimate space, filled with carefully arranged pictures of her, surrounded by flowers and sweet-smelling cand

Chloe followed her inside. "Let's see what we have in here," Lily's voice echoed from the closet. "We should find something exceptionally comfortable for today." I slowly got up from the chair, dragging my blanket with me as I walked toward the closet doors. I expected the shelves to be mostly bare, or perhaps filled with old garments belonging to the ghost who came before me. But as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped in absolute shock. The massive closet was completely filled with brand-new, exquisite clothing. Rows of soft cashmere sweaters in gentle pastels, elegant dresses tailored from finest fabrics, warm silk pajamas, and pairs of fine leather boots and soft slippers—all neatly organize

I narrowed my eyes at him and tucked my hands on my chest, trying to intimidate him. I still don't understand, how did he know about the closet? I mean, the closet can't easily be spotted because it is kind of like a secret door. The wallpaper on the wall strangely matched the colour of the door, which made it close to impossible for anyone to notice it. Liza and I found it after a week of the house being under our possession. Did Liza tell him?

The walls looking polished, they matched the black and white theme that dressed his almost well-laid bed. While wondering what the rooms of the other two would be like, her eyes caught the closet tucked into a corner which was the extension of the wall. It was obvious Nathaniel was a man of style. But his style threaded the simple lane. As she was about to walk to the balcony which looked so nice from afar, she noticed a brown-colored object sandwiched between two folded denim materials. Ecstatic to have found what she was looking for easily, Chloe approached the closet carefully. But her steps were interrupted by a furious rattle of the door knob. Curious she wondered if Nathaniel had come

Elizabeth sighed, patting her softly in the back. Minutes passed by before the mother and daughter let go of each other and wiped away their tears, “oh, that reminds me, I had taken a room downstairs and I found a tape under my pillow and I kept it over there," Elizabeth said, pointing at the dining table. Irene frowned, "a tape?” She asked and Elizabeth nodded, she turned immediately and went to the dining to see what she was talking about.

A soft swosh came from the wall, and a door revealed itself and began to open. They both entered the closet, and Nicholas took a look at the clothes and shoes that were there and sighed. "I think I will have to call Kelvin. My closet is overflowing with clothes again, and I don't think I have worn half of them." Kelvin was his personal shopper, and he was going to call him to dejunk some of them and probably donate them to an orphanage, or he could do a sale and donate the money.

Between bites of food that tasted like ashes, I conducted a reconnaissance of my gilded prison: The Walk-In Closet:Rows of designer garments all my exact size hung like skinned carcasses. Tags still attached. "How did he know my size?" I starred at the closet puzzles The Suite Bathroom: A mirror that refused to fog no matter how much steam filled the room. The "Gift": A pearl-handled letter opener left on my pillow, its edge honed to surgical sharpness. Too fine for paper. Just right for arteries. Could this be a test? A threat? A game?

His handwriting was thin and neat, hard to read at a glance. I pushed on another door and found myself in a closet. The air inside smelled faintly of clean linen and faint cologne. Rows of black shirts hung neatly in place, alongside a few white ones. Shoes lined the lower shelves, polished until they almost shone. I stood there for a while, quietly surprised. Somehow I had imagined Perth’s closet would be empty—just a few things thrown together. But this… it was almost painfully organized. When I closed the door again, I spotted another one near the far corner. I tried the handle, but it didn’t move. Locked.