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Reach-In Closet London Inspiration for a mid-sized modern gender-neutral reach-in closet remodel with glass-front cabinets

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Reach-In Closet London Inspiration for a mid-sized modern gender-neutral reach-in closet remodel with glass-front cabinets

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Transform Your Bedroom: Fretwork Wardrobe Doors for Luxury London Homes

In the heart of London, where design meets sophistication, homeowners are constantly looking for ways to elevate their living spaces. One increasingly popular choice is the incorporation of fretwork wardrobe doors in luxury homes. These beautifully designed doors offer a unique blend of elegance, functionality, and bespoke craftsmanship that can transform any bedroom into a chic, organized retreat. Whether you live in a modern apartment or a traditional townhouse, fretwork wardrobe doors add a touch of timeless luxury to your space.

What Are Fretwork Wardrobe Doors?

Fretwork refers to an intricate, ornamental design that’s often carved out of wood, metal, or other materials. These patterns can range from geometric designs to delicate floral motifs, offering a versatile option for those who want a unique, personalized aesthetic. When applied to wardrobe doors, fretwork elevates an otherwise standard piece of furniture into a stunning focal point in the room.

Fretwork wardrobe doors aren't just about aesthetics, though. These doors can be designed with perforated patterns that allow for ventilation, which can be especially useful for wardrobes housing delicate clothing or linens. The combination of form and function makes fretwork an appealing choice for luxury homes, particularly in a design-conscious city like London.

The Appeal of Fretwork in Luxury London Homes

Luxury homes in London are known for their attention to detail and commitment to quality. Incorporating fretwork wardrobe doors into a bedroom design aligns with this ethos. Here’s why fretwork has become a top choice for London homeowners:

1. Unique Aesthetic Appeal: Fretwork doors are a statement piece. Whether the design is subtle or bold, the intricate detailing adds character and depth to your space. It reflects a refined sense of taste, offering something truly unique compared to standard flat-panel doors.

2. Customizable Design: A major benefit of fretwork wardrobe doors is the extensive level of customization they offer. Homeowners can choose from a wide range of patterns, materials, and finishes to complement their bedroom's style, from minimalist modern designs to ornate traditional patterns. This flexibility makes it easy to incorporate fretwork into any luxury interior design plan.

3. Enhanced Functionality: Fretwork wardrobe doors can be both beautiful and practical. With carefully designed patterns, they can help improve airflow within the wardrobe, preventing issues like moisture buildup, which is important for clothing preservation, especially for delicate fabrics.

4. Artistry and Superior Quality: High-end homes require exceptional materials and expert craftsmanship to meet the highest standards. Fretwork doors, often handmade, are a testament to skilled artisanship. The quality of the materials used—from rich woods to metal detailing—ensures that these doors are not only beautiful but also durable, lasting for years to come.

5. Adds Value to Your Home: Incorporating high-quality, bespoke features like fretwork wardrobe doors can significantly enhance the value of your property. In London’s competitive real estate market, where buyers are often looking for homes with unique design elements, these doors can set your home apart.

Pairing Fretwork Doors with Luxury Fitted Wardrobes

Luxury fitted wardrobes in London are another key feature of high-end homes. These wardrobes are custom-built to maximize storage space while maintaining a seamless, tailored look. Combining fretwork wardrobe doors creates a striking blend of elegance and practicality, turning your bedroom into a lavish sanctuary.

Custom-fitted wardrobes allow for a wide variety of interior configurations, such as shelves, drawers, hanging rails, and even built-in lighting. The addition of fretwork doors takes this storage solution to the next level by adding an extra layer of beauty to an already practical design. Imagine walking into your bedroom and being greeted by a wall of perfectly designed wardrobes, with intricate fretwork patterns catching the light—a true luxury experience.

Creating the Perfect Bedroom Atmosphere

A bedroom is more than just a place to sleep; it’s a sanctuary where you relax, recharge, and express your personal style. Fretwork wardrobe doors contribute to this by adding elegance and serenity to the room’s design. Paired with other luxury elements such as plush bedding, soft lighting, and sophisticated furniture, they can help you create a space that feels as luxurious as it looks.

For homeowners looking to blend the classic with the contemporary, fretwork doors offer the ideal solution. Their intricate designs can soften the look of more modern interiors, adding warmth and texture. Alternatively, they can enhance the richness of traditional décor, giving the bedroom a timeless appeal.

In London’s luxury real estate market, where style and functionality are paramount, fretwork wardrobe doors stand out as an exceptional design feature. They offer a perfect balance of beauty, practicality, and bespoke craftsmanship, making them the ideal choice for those looking to transform their bedroom into a luxurious retreat. By incorporating these stunning doors into your fitted wardrobes, you can elevate the overall aesthetic of your home while enjoying the benefits of enhanced storage solutions.

Whether you're redesigning your entire bedroom or looking for a way to add a touch of elegance to your existing space, fretwork wardrobe doors are a timeless investment in luxury living.

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At FWAB, we supply and fit a range of Bespoke sliding doors in London to complement the look of your home or office, Only using the best quality wood products and offering affordable Prices.

[bragtech]

At Beautiful Bedrooms, we supply and fit a range of Bespoke Sliding Wardrobes to complement the look of your home or office, Only using the best quality wood products and offer affordable Prices.

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Trick or treat for a nico pairing of your choice! (but make it nasty😈😈)

hopefully a bit of spooky scary toto/nico shall suffice

***

Nico had been envious of Lady Wolff from the second she’d come to the manor to work as a governess for the Lord and Lady’s two children. It was a natural sort of envy, at first. The lady of the manor was beautiful, elegant, and possessed every quality that Nico had spent her entire life wishing she’d had.

And she was rich, of course.

But all of that paled in comparison to the obsessive jealousy Nico had been wrestling with ever since Toto finally entered the picture.

The first month Nico stayed at the manor, she never once caught a glimpse of Lady Susie’s mysterious and elusive husband. But when Toto finally came home after a long stint of doing business in London, things changed.

For the worse.

Nico knew full-well that she wasn’t allowed into the wing of the manor where the lord and lady resided, but the Wolffs had gone on a little holiday over the long weekend, leaving Nico and a handful of staff to fend for themselves for a few days. Now that night had fallen, the housekeeper, groundskeeper, and cook had all gone home, and the children were fast asleep, which meant that for the first time in a very long time, Nico was all alone.

Nico had gotten over the instinctive anxiety of living in such a big, old house after the first couple of weeks. Now she traipsed through the hallways without a care in the world, humming under her breath as she made her way to the Wolffs’ bedchambers for a bit of old-fashioned snooping.

Nico wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find, honestly. Maybe Lord and Lady Wolff liked to get their freak on while wearing fur-suits. Or maybe Susie had a strap-on that she used on Toto while the two of them were dressed up as each other. Whatever the case, Nico was confident that she’d find something of note buried in their wardrobe. After years spent looking after rich people’s children, Nico had learned that they all had something to hide.

But much to Nico’s disappointment, Toto and Susie seemed to be horrifically normal. There weren’t even massage oils or anything she might have expected from a vanilla couple. Maybe their secret was that they weren’t even having sex at all. Nico tried not to get her hopes up at the thought.

Then her fingers skimmed across a gap in the wood paneling. Nico frowned, pushing aside the coats and dresses hanging in the wardrobe and peered at the wall, surprised to find something that looked like a safe, built into the wardrobe and so well hidden that Nico wouldn’t have seen it if she hadn’t accidentally touched the edge of it first.

Nico pulled at the door out of curiosity, not really expecting much to come of it. She was doubly shocked when it swung open with ease. Somebody must have forgotten to lock it back up the last time they’d used it, Nico decided. Inside, Nico could see a collection of boxes stacked haphazardly on top of each other. She took out the one on top and carefully pried open the lid to find a set of lingerie in rose-pink, carefully positioned in a wrapping of tissue paper as though it had never been worn.

Nico set it aside and rummaged through the rest of the boxes to find that they all contained much the same: more sets of lacy underwear in various colors and patterns, all appearing as though they’d never once been touched since their purchase.

Nico’s eyes alit on a particular set in emerald green. She felt drawn to it, like it belonged to her, not Susie. Nico’s fingers delicately brushed against the lace, filling her with a peculiar sense of rightness. She needed to put it on.

Nico undressed right there in the middle of the open wardrobe, sliding the lace over her skin and pulling it into place with a smile. She skipped out once she was done and gave a little twirl in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door, admiring the way the jewel-tone color contrasted with her skin.

Then Nico turned around again to find Toto standing at the door.

Nico froze in place with a tiny gasp, but Toto didn’t look upset. He was smiling: a Cheshire cat grin. Nico felt unsettled by it even as she felt a surge of gratitude that at the very least, it didn’t seem as though she’d be sacked for the indiscretion.

“Is Susie on her way up?” Nico asked in a small voice.

Toto shook his head, the smile remaining fixed on his face. “No,” he told her. “We’re alone.”

Nico nodded slowly. “Should I…?” she asked, gesturing to the stolen lingerie hugging her curves.

Toto shook his head again. “Get on the bed,” he commanded instead.

Nico didn’t have to be asked twice.

Toto undressed her slowly, carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift, leaving Nico shivering and covered in goose bumps in his fingers’ wake. She tried to cover herself, reflexively, but Toto pulled her hands away and feasted his eyes on her without an ounce of shame on his face.

There was just that unsettling grin.

Nico was grateful that she didn’t have to face him any longer when Toto finally leaned down to kiss her stomach, running his hands up her sides as he moved even lower, pushing her legs apart to get his mouth on her pussy next. This was what she’d wanted all along, Nico thought to herself, but something seemed terribly, horribly wrong.

His tongue was hot as he licked into her, a stark contrast to the frigidity of his hands on her breasts. Nico cried out as he gently nipped at her clit once before sitting up again, that same grin fixed on his face as he undressed in just a few hurried movements.

Nico closed her eyes as he hovered over her. There was no warning at all before his cock pushed into her in one long slide, filling her up, stretching her open till she could barely breathe. It hurt a little, but it also felt better than anything Nico had ever experienced in her life, and she tightened her legs around Toto’s waist as he started to pull out, not wanting the experience to end so soon.

Toto laughed quietly in Nico’s ear. “Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ve just barely started, darling.”

Toto’s hands were like ice still as he laced his fingers between Nico’s, the tantalizing push and pull of his cock inside her tempting her into opening her eyes so she could watch him fucking her, but she refused, terrified that she might see that horrible grin staring back down at her.

“Almost there,” Toto whispered as the pace of his thrusts started to pick up speed. “So close. I want to come inside you. I want you to give me another baby.”

Nico squirmed pathetically underneath him, crying out with every brutal thrust. She was so close, she could feel it, she was going to come, she was—

“Nico?”

Nico’s eyes flew open to find Susie standing in the doorway to the bedroom. Standing next to her was her husband, who was wearing a matching expression of shock and horror as the two of them stared at Nico writhing in their bed, being fucked into the mattress by—

Nico glanced up at Toto, still hovering over her wearing that same malicious grin. Her eyes moved to the other Toto in the doorway, still watching her with wide eyes. Then the mirror on the back of the wardrobe door, now facing her, revealing a bed with only one occupant.

Nico screamed.

[13atoms]

The Curious Case of Norma Fields (Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle)

Summary: The whole team is needed for a run-of-the-mill haunting at the glamorous London townhouse of retired supermodel Norma Fields.

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Chapter 4: A Ticking in the Dressing Room

“You were actually meant to wait for us, Lockwood,” George grumbled as he reached the top floor, panting a little with the exertion.

Lockwood was already distracted, rapier drawn as he swept each room.

“I heard something.”

“Even more reason to wait for us,” George retorted.

Behind him, Lucy drew her own blade.

“I swear you’re the last person to follow your own rules.”

At her words, Lockwood had the decency to look a little more scolded.

“Sorry guys. Where’s…”

“Death glow should be in the main dressing room,” George interrupted.

“Jesus,” Lucy grumbled, beating Lockwood to the door.

She kicked it open, rapier drawn. Lockwood recoiled at the brightness of the death glow, the outline of a man sprawled across the middle of the carpeted floor. Salt littered the room.

Lucy glanced back to see him sliding a pair of sunglasses on. Even George was squinting a little.

“Bright?” she threw back to them.

“Incredibly so.”

“Even George can see it,” Lockwood teased, and Lucy heard a shove behind her.

“Focus! It’s probably in here, right?”

“That’s where the DJ guy died, yeah.”

George was sandwiched between them, his own rapier sheathed. Lockwood guided him aside slowly, joining Lucy in the room. He was avoiding the death glow, wishing he’d remembered his usual sunglasses. The blinding light managed to bleed around the edge of the backup ones, making his eyes ache.

“If the ghost hasn’t manifested yet, we should start looking for a source,” he decided.

“Good idea.”

Lucy was already pulling wardrobe doors open, as Lockwood crossed the room to join her.

Norma’s clothes were gorgeous. Designer. Ironed and unstained and expensive. It took Lockwood’s hand raising to shield his eyes from the death glow to remind her that she was in a haunted house, despite the clean mirrors and cream carpets, spotlights turning on in each wardrobe she flung the doors open.

“Should we be looking for something new?” she called out, shoving aside furs and

“Usually sources are pretty grim,” George replied helpfully.

Lucy saw him open a draw, and quickly slam it shut at the sight of lace bras. She kept watching long enough to entertain herself, as he made the same mistake with the draw below – startling at the sight of dozens of pairs of designer underwear.

“It could be anything,” Lockwood supplied, “I guess something new since last time?”

She knew he was right, but Lucy sighed nonetheless. There were so many pieces in the dressing room, it was impossible to know what had changed. Lockwood looked equally baffled by his own search, pulling out draw after draw of stilettoes and sandals and boots, with no real idea what he was hunting for.

Nothing she touched called out to her. The room was huge. This would take forever. Lockwood was growing frustrated.

“I’m sure I heard something up here,” he grumbled, “can you listen, Luce?”

Anything Lockwood heard was probably a cat crossing the roof, or a seagull wandering around. Lucy said nothing, and stepped back to do her job. He boxed her in, rapier extended to the room, as Lucy steadied her breath and closed her eyes.

Nothing.

Silence.

Distantly, something.

It was a ticking, not like a watch. Something bigger. Grander. Deep.

It was too distant to tell, but Lucy thought of the grandfather clock in Norrie’s grandparents’ house. That deep, continuous ticking, a pendulum swinging side to side. Keeping her awake at night.

She kept listening, but it was so quiet. Like it was happening across the road.

She opened her eyes and caught Lockwood’s attention in the mirror, shaking her head.

“Nothing powerful, yet,” she told him, “ticking, like an old clock. Deep. But I don’t know… I can’t hear anything else.”

“It’s still early,” George pointed out, “but that sounds like something.”

“I agree,” Lockwood lowered his rapier, returning it to the sheath on his hip.

He turned back to the wardrobe, flinching and covering his eyes yet again. Lucy was getting a pretty good sense of where the death glow was, based on Lockwood’s aversion to looking at it.

“Christ, sorry guys. I’m gonna search the bedroom next door.”

His eyes were hurting him, Lucy could tell, and nodded her approval as George glanced after him. He wasn’t as sensitive as Lockwood, so she knew it must have been bad.

“It might be next door,” Lucy reassured him, and with an apologetic shrug, the researcher scurried from the room.

She was alone. She could still hear them, rummaging, mumbled speaking, but Lucy felt suddenly watched.

She liked this house less and less by the day.

Ticking. Would it be a clock? A watch?

There was a carriage clock on the mantle, and she reached out to touch it cautiously. Nothing. It had been there last time, at any rate. Lucy had to believe they were right – this was new.

“All okay, Luce?” Came Lockwood’s voice, almost making her startle.

She blinked herself from the trance of staring at the clock, glancing around the room before responding in the affirmative.

“Anything in there?” she called.

“Some rather scandalous magazines!” George returned.

She couldn’t hear what Lockwood said next, only that it sounded stern. And made George laugh.

She was pulled back into her search of the room. The wardrobes had seemed clear enough, though she wasn’t certain she knew what to look for. George had cleared the drawers. Lucy didn’t like this.

A bad feeling rose in her stomach, something she’d grown used to on these nights. Through the open door she could see the unlit office, the doorway foreboding. She was afraid to look away, convinced that Bailey’s begging spirit would reappear, playing with the edge of her vision, glistening and screaming. She could see the wall Lockwood had been trapped against. The threshold she’d dived across.

The darkness wasn’t absolute, not in a house as modern as this.

It made Lucy convinced she could see the shadows moving.

That dread was welling up in her stomach.

Then she pried it apart from her anxiety, from the fear she felt. It wasn’t losing George or Lockwood. It wasn’t fear for her own life.

It wasn’t her fear. Her mouth tasted of blood.

Shit.

She turned, recoiling against the mirrored wardrobe walls at the sight.

Shit.

It was a Limbless, a torso and head ripped from its limbs. Swollen. Grotesque.

She thought of the bodies she’d seen pulled from rivers, the way their flesh began to peel, the soft tissues bloated and peeling away.

Without eyes, it seemed to be tracking her, head tilting as it rounded the room. The height of it was terrifying, floating easily a head above her. Floating towards her.

She tried to back away further. To reach for a salt bomb. To call for the boys.

Shit.

She was ghost locked.

The Limbless was getting closer still. It was slow. Slower than she’d expected. Yet still able to manifest early in the evening, cruising across a carpet of salt. She tried to scream, finding her mouth trapped open.

It was all Lucy could do to move one arm, fighting the intensity of the spirit’s hold on her. Salt crunched beneath her feet, and yet the grotesque figure continued towards her.  

Lucy tried to throw it, she really did. Instead, her rapier missed by a mile, her muscles limited to chuck it barely three feet in front of her. The handle struck a wall, the blade where the ghost’s feet ought to have been as it bounced to the ground.

Shit. Now she was trapped and unarmed.

The closer the Limbless got, the less it made sense, a weaving tapestry of gore and sinew. There might have been a pair of twin caverns in its face, surrounded by peeling flesh, but Lucy struggled to make out where they might have been. The mouth was an open maw, and it seemed all-consuming as the ghost struggled closer still to Lucy.

She’d wasted her rapier, but the clatter was enough for George and Lockwood to come running.

Lucy had no idea whether the salt bomb or Lockwood’s rapier pierced the Limbless first, her body released as the ghost dissipated with a horrific groan of pain. She felt the explosion of salt on her face, stinging as it whipped past her. She saw Lockwood, arm covering his face as he rushed towards her.

“Lucy!”

She hadn’t reacted fast enough to protect herself from the salt bomb, but she was free now. She blinked,  and tasted salt. It was some small relief from the coppery, decaying taste still lingering on her tongue.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, blinking rapidly.

“Kitchen,” George insisted, already fleeing from the room.

Lockwood had no intention of arguing, and Lucy followed him as they rushed down the stairs, regrouping inside the iron chains.

“Do you have mints?” was the first question she asked, and Lockwood barely seemed surprised as he pulled gum from his jacket pocket.

Lucy took two pieces first, jamming them in her mouth before passing the packet to George.

When they were all chewing, she finally began to calm down. They all had their eyes fixed on the door. She hadn’t even noticed George grab her rapier during the retreat, until he subtly pushed it back into her hand.

“Thank you,” she exhaled, trying not to get caught up in the shame of making two rookie mistakes in a row.

Lockwood exhaled heavily, rubbing at his forehead.

“Sorry, Luce. We shouldn’t have left you in there on your own –”

Something in his tone made her suspect he was blaming George. Now wasn’t the time.

“It’s a Limbless. Powerful, if it’s manifesting above salt. And still ghost-locking immediately.”

The boys nodded.

“The source has to be in that room, then,” Lockwood concluded.

“Nothing in the bedroom?” Lucy asked.

They both looked a little sheepish. Lockwood shrugged.

“I don’t think so. Nothing that seemed… source-y.”

“There was plenty that seemed saucy,” George quipped proudly.

Lucy was a little horrified at herself for letting out a bark of laughter. Lockwood rolled out his wrist, rapier swinging in a neat figure eight in irritation.

“We need to find the source and get out of here. Before that thing returns,” he said.

“What do you think it is? We’re going in so blind!”

Lucy didn’t like this. Hated it.

She cursed the day she thought a posh, lived-in house would be easier. Modern houses were stupid, actually, she decided. They weren’t even allowed to smash things up in here.

“Guys,” George began, eyes fixed on the dimly lit staircase beyond the kitchen doorway, “I, uh…”

Lockwood’s attention snapped to him.

“What?”

“I sort of skimmed the drawers. Felt… inappropriate.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. Lockwood swore.

“We still don’t even know what we’re looking for!” George insisted, “I assumed it wasn’t thongs!”

“It might be something in those drawers… George…” Lucy whined, but Lockwood was quick to formulate a plan.

“I’ll draw it off, give you guys time to search. How many drawers were there, George?”

“Four.”

“Which ones did you skip?”

He glanced down at the floor, socks shuffling against the polished tile. Lucy’s gum had faded. The taste of blood was coming back.

“Bras. Underwear. And one with makeup stuff in.”

“So, three.”

“I’ll search the underwear ones.” Lucy piped up, “George, you take makeup.”

He nodded curtly, glancing nervously at the stairs.

Wordlessly, Lockwood used his free hand to pass the gum around again, rapier raised as his colleagues collected salt bombs. George tugged a silver net free from his pocket, making sure Lucy knew he had it.

Lockwood, then Lucy, then George ascended the stairs in silence. Blades at the ready.

The silence was almost worse.

The waiting.

For just a second, pausing on the landing, Lucy closed her eyes to listen.

Groaning. Despair without the vocal cords to express it. A recognition that she was listening. It was getting louder –

Lucy snapped her eyes open, regaining her balance and fixing her stare on the dressing room door.

“It knows we’re here. I can hear it.”

Lockwood nodded curtly.

He took one step forwards, cautious. Lucy noticed he was shifting his weight into a fencing stance.

With a scream of anger, the Limbless rushed from the room towards him, even more grotesque with this new loud fury, mouth agape as it barrelled towards them.

Both herself and George gasped, recoiling, as Lockwood took two clean swipes through the ghost. And a jab into the air for good measure.

It had been close. The taste of blood was making her nauseous, that fear sending her heart racing into overdrive.

“Go!”

They rushed into the room, feeling the salt sharp through their socks and the temperature dropping as George and Lucy approached the dresser.

Lockwood made circles of the room, rapier at head height, twirling it as though he might taunt the ghost to him.

Lucy found herself running on pure fear, and George didn’t seem to be doing much better. She ripped the first drawer from the set, pulling it clear and setting it onto the vanity. Perfumes and lotions scattered across the room, and she pulled bra after bra from their neatly folded settings.

George was beside her, rummaging through dozens of products Lucy couldn’t even name. Nothing seemed right.

What was it?

She could hear the Limbless, its odd screams even louder this time. Lucy wasn’t sure how, but she knew: it was homing in on her.

Both drawers were empty. There were two left in the set, and she could see the lace of underwear in the dark cavity of the dresser unit. Whisps of silver were beginning to gather above it.

She dragged George away by the collar, retreating to the door. Lockwood stepped in front of them, as George drew a flare from his pocket.

Lucy let go of him, one hand steadying his arm. Warning him not to light it yet.

“It has to be there, right?”

She didn’t know who she was asking. But she had to hope. The vague suggestion of a head was forming, then something wide enough to resemble drooping shoulders.

The noise was getting worse again.

Even across the salt, it would be fast. She withdrew her rapier from where it had been tucked under her arm, something Lockwood had told her a thousand times to stop doing. A foot behind him, she found her own stance, blade outstretched.

A badly timed blink could have caused her to miss it, as the Limbless screeched, the limp flesh of its contorting in shades of silver and green.

One parry from Lockwood sent it careening across the room, rolling its neck and straightening up to glare at him. It was higher now, phasing in and out of the ceiling. Glaring down at them.

It went against every instinct for Lucy to turn her back, but she knew they had no choice. She could feel its rage, surpassing even the grief and fear it forced into her chest.

They wouldn’t be fast enough, the next time around.

She launched herself to the dresser, plunging both hands into the mess of underwear. She could feel different fabrics, scraping them out of the way, hoping against hope. Lockwood grunted with effort as he parried yet another approach from the ghost, she could hear George’s footsteps as his attention split between the two of them.

The drawer was almost empty, fabric shoved out the back and thrown to the side. Her hands hit the back of the drawer, scrambling against the wood for anything.

Then, something hard. Something small. She lost it for a second, feeling the fabrics covering it, before pulling it out.

The ghost roared, so primal it shocked her to her core. She heard the heavy fall of Lockwood misplacing a foot and then correcting it as he circled, guarding against the Limbless.

A silk handkerchief. She threw it aside. Then, a flesh-coloured stocking wrapped something hard, metal, silver. She cursed as she tried to snake a hand inside it, before giving up and ripping, scrambling to get her nails through the low denier weave. It was a watch. And when it sat firmly in her palm, Lucy realised her mistake.

Lockwood cried out as the ghost approached again. Someone else’s sorrow washed into her, replacing her with something else. Someone else. It was nothing distinct, just an overwhelming sadness, grief, and desperation. It washed into her. Then it pulled her away like the tide.

George had wrapped the silver net around her clenched fist before she hit the floor.

*

Lucy woke up curled up on a bed, shivering from the sweat cooling on her skin. The room was fully lit, and she kept her eyes closed in protest.

It was like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, energy sapped away. Lucy was no stranger to that odd feeling that followed crying yourself to sleep, waking up confused and empty, and strangely cleansed. She felt that now.

“I swear that girl is always unconscious. She needs iron supplements or something.”

“She’s exhausted, George! She listened to the necklace earlier, it did that possession thing.”

“Yeah, thanks for telling me about that by the way!”

She could hear the silver net, moving as it was handled. The distant pang of fear she felt was alleviated by one of Lockwood’s deep sighs.

Her mouth tasted weird. Had she swallowed her gum?

The bed smelled fresh. Faintly like perfume, and like a stranger. The pure white sheets under her face were completely unfamiliar.

Her back ached like it was bruised. She could taste blood. Faint mind. Salt. From the salt bomb, she realised. She had tasted it earlier, when it had exploded.

The Limbless.

The watch.

Where was the watch?

She watched from her bleary cotton world, as George and Lockwood stood at the foot of the bed. It was Norma’s guest room, she realised. The one the boys had searched earlier. She was above the sheets, lying on top of the duvet, one pillow dragged down the bed to beneath her head.

Lucy had an experimental wiggle of her toes, then her shoulders. Finally, she shifted to prop herself up on her elbow.

Immediately Lockwood filled her vision, sideways as he crouched beside the bed.

“Hey,” he offered softly, “don’t move too quickly.”

She noticed her hand was wrapped in a jumper, something cashmere that certainly didn’t belong to any of them.

“A bit of freeze, from the source,” he followed her eyeline, “I think it’ll be fine, we just wanted to be sure.”

She nodded. As George moved to stand behind him, she suddenly felt pathetic. Ignoring her headrush Lucy forced herself to sit up in bed, brushing off Lockwood’s hands as he tried to help her brace her shoulders.

“I’m fine,” she murmured. “Though, has anyone got water?”

Lockwood murmured that they’d get her some in a minute, sounding so apologetic that she dropped this issue.

He was still wearing his sunglasses. Lucy absently thought that maybe he’d forgotten to take them off. Or maybe he was trying to be cool.

It was weird not seeing his wide, concerned eyes as she tried to tune in to the world of the living.

“The source was right, then?” she asked, not managing to project far beyond the end of her nose.

Lockwood was listening anyway.

“Must have been. Vanished the moment you guys wrapped it.”

George cleared his throat, the silver net still bundled in his hands in the corner.

“Thanks, George,” Lucy mumbled.

Hoping it might appease him.

“No worries, Luce. Well done finding it. Probably could have just wrapped the whole thing up though, rather than… that.”

She thought Lockwood might be silently chiding him, she couldn’t really tell. Her eyes kept closing.

“Why would it be hidden in a scarf and tights, unless she knew it was a source, and didn’t want to handle it?” Lockwood was asking.

“Someone could have planted it there?”

“Maybe. But at the back of an underwear drawer? It’s a bit of a weird one. That’s where you hide personal things you don’t want to be found.”

“Like your collection of Marissa Fittes posters?”

“George!”

Lucy smiled, eyes drifting closed.

When she next opened them, George was sneaking glances at the source, peeling away the net before replacing it. That was definitely not DEPRAC protocol.

“See anything interesting?” she murmured to him.

George crossed to sit on the bed, and Lucy felt the mattress dip.

“There’s ageing on the face of the watch, dust in the cracks in the glass,” George realised, “this was broken a long time ago.”

“It would be weird for a broken watch to become a source, once it’s already old and broken.”

Lockwood was pacing. Glancing between the window and the door. His rapier was still in-hand, hanging against his leg.

“Not impossible, though.”

“Yes, but weird,” Lockwood countered, “just like it’s weird for a house to have two brand new, completely unrelated type twos.”

George shrugged.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.”

Lucy was tired, and not sure what the whole thing meant. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She stayed in place until Lockwood told her it was time to move.

*

She sat herself on the stairs as the boys prepared to leave, feeling slightly devoid of her pride but too exhausted to care. The source had been handed over to DEPRAC, a swift collection by an officer who had been far too late into his shift to give them more than a cursory thanks and promise it would be incinerated soon.

“You’re sure we’ve cleared the place?”

It was against the advice of that voice in the back of her head – the one which sounded suspiciously like George – that Lucy closed her eyes and listened.

Her head rolled forwards with exhaustion, chin resting on her knuckles.

All was blessedly silent.

“There’s nothing,” she murmured.

She didn’t look up to see the look of disapproval on the boys’ faces. She didn’t want to.

“Lucy, you really need to slow down,” Lockwood sighed.

She nodded. She wasn’t interested in a fight tonight.

“Just wanted to be sure.”

She thought he might have been thinking, as he stood still for a moment longer, watching her exhausted form on the stairs.

Whatever Lockwood had wanted to say, he seemed to think better of it. With a groan at the effort, he lugged a kit bag onto his shoulder, ushering Lucy and George from the house first before flipping off the lights, and locking the door.

He posted the keys through the post box once his colleagues had stumbled into a waiting night cab, determined it would be the last time they risked their lives for this ridiculous house.

When he got to the car, the adrenaline was long gone, making his muscles ache and his bones feel ten times heavier.

The door was open, and he could see Lucy in the middle seat, slumped against a limp Karim. He threw their last bag into the open boot and closed it, slipping in beside them. He leant forward to give the driver their address, his voice sotto, and refused to watch the windows of Norma’s house as they drove away.

He’d had enough of seeing that death glow. And he dreaded whatever might be backlight against the glass.

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Cipriani Residences Miami

Located on floors 62 and above, these 74 exclusive homes, including six penthouses, form a rarefied aerie of privacy and gracious living. Residents of The Canaletto Collection enjoy sweeping views and exceptional services ranging from a dedicated global concierge to upgraded finishes and bespoke furniture artfully curated and designed by the renowned firm 1508 London.

To live in Cipriani Residences Miami is to enjoy those signature service standards first established at Harry’s Bar in 1931 and perfected through four generations. Individual tastes are indulged and needs are anticipated with an intuitive understanding of when and where their attention is required.

BU I LD I N G OV E RV I E W

• An elegant 80-story tower with a curved cascading

glass façade

• A collection of 397 residences, including exceptional

penthouses with private pools

• Resident-only dining services by Cipriani

• Sweeping views of Biscayne Bay, the Brickell skyline,

and Coconut Grove

• 24-Hour staff trained by Cipriani

D ES I G N TE A M

• Architecture: Arquitectonica

• Landscape: Arquitectonica GEO

A ME N ITI ES

• Exclusive private entrance with lush landscaping

and elegant porte-cochère

• Dramatic lobby leading to two banks of high-speed,

touchless elevators

• Signature private dining experiences by Cipriani

• In-home dining and 24-hour catering services

by Cipriani, exclusive to residents

• Private dining rooms available for reservation,

catered by Cipriani

• Elevated resort deck with two swimming pools,

a blissful outdoor spa, poolside cabanas, and

a beautifully landscaped sun terrace

• Poolside food and beverage services catered

by Cipriani

• Holistic spa with sauna and treatment rooms

• Luxurious residents’ lounge for special events

and intimate gatherings

• State-of-the-art fitness center

• Golf simulator

• Pickleball court

• Private salon available to be reserved for

personal beauty services

• Screening room with cutting-edge audio

visual equipment

• Serene and spacious residents’ library

• Engaging children’s playroom

• Elevated four-level wellness center and lounge

overlooking the Brickell skyline

• Pet-friendly community with dog park

• High-speed internet access across all public areas

• Electric vehicle charging stations available

• Air-conditioned storage rooms

RES I D E N C E FE ATU RES

• Generous living areas with ceiling heights of 10 feet

• Floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors and windows

with magnificent panoramic views

• Terrace access from the living room and primary

bedroom of every residence

• Gracious walk-in wardrobes in every primary bedroom

• An exquisite selection of flooring options included

• Direct elevator entry for select residences

• Eat-in, open kitchen with custom Italian cabinetry inspired

by Cipriani’s renowned style

• Top-of-the-line appliances from Wolf Sub-Zero, including

cooktop, integrated refrigerator, freezer, wine cooler,

and dishwasher

• Primary bathrooms with grand, stand-alone bathtubs

and glass-enclosed showers; vanities with premium

Italian cabinetry, imported stone tops, back-lit mirrors;

separate room with water closet

• Spacious laundry rooms with full-size washing machine

and dryer, with a utility sink in most residences

• Individually controlled, high-efficiency central

air conditioning and heating systems, with linear

diffusers in main areas to ensure seamless integration

• Innovative smart technology infrastructure that enables

home automation

• Intelligent interface system for essential building services

such as concierge, valet, and security

S E RV I C ES

• Designated Director of Residences

• Cipriani Residential Concierge

• Residential services including plant care,

and away-from-home maintenance*

• Pet-friendly community with pet grooming

and walk services available*

• A luxury house limousine service for convenient

transport within a three-mile radius*

• In-residence spa treatments*

• Personal training services*

• A secure, covered garage with 24-hour complimentary

valet and optional self-parking in assigned spaces

• 24-hour security guards and controlled building access

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The Ultimate Guide to Under Eaves Storage in Westminster London

Westminster, London, with its historic charm and architectural splendor, often presents homeowners with unique challenges when it comes to storage solutions. One often-overlooked area that holds incredible potential is the space under the eaves. This underutilized nook can be transformed into a stylish and functional storage haven, providing a seamless blend of practicality and aesthetics.

Unleashing the Potential of Under Eaves Storage

Understanding the Space

Before embarking on your under eaves storage Westminster, London, it's crucial to comprehend the dimensions and layout of the space. Eaves, being the lower edges of a roof, offer a sloped ceiling that can be both a design opportunity and a constraint. Consider the angles, height, and depth of the area to tailor your storage solutions accordingly.

Customized Cabinets and Shelving

One of the most effective ways to make the most of under eaves storage is by investing in customized cabinets and shelving. Tailor-made to fit the unique dimensions of your space, these storage solutions can seamlessly blend into the existing architecture while providing ample room for your belongings. From seasonal clothing to keepsakes and books, these cabinets can be designed to accommodate various items, keeping your space clutter-free.

Utilizing Built-in Wardrobes

For bedrooms tucked beneath the eaves, built-in wardrobes can be a game-changer. These can be designed to follow the contours of the sloping ceiling, maximizing hanging and shelving space. With sliding or hinged doors, these wardrobes not only provide practical storage but also contribute to the overall aesthetic of the room.

Creating a Cozy Nook

Transforming the under eaves space into a cozy reading nook or a mini home office is another innovative use of this area. Install a small desk, add some comfortable seating, and utilize built-in shelving for books or office supplies. This creates a functional and inviting space within your home.

Maximizing Natural Light

Incorporate strategically placed windows or skylights into your under eaves storage design to maximize natural light. This not only brightens up the space but also enhances the overall ambiance, making it feel more spacious and welcoming.

Choosing Complementary Colors and Materials

When designing your under eaves storage solutions, opt for colors and materials that complement the existing decor. This ensures a cohesive and visually appealing look, seamlessly integrating the storage elements with the rest of your home.

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23. Things I've Left Behind (WODtober 2023)

Part 23 of my WODtober story. Taking the daily prompts and trying to weave a vampire story from them! In this chapter, Imogen takes some time to reflect.

Word Count: 810 words.

CW:  Grief, allusions to suicide.

Image by Angelica Alzona.

Find the previous chapters here!

They were staying in Imogen’s haven for now. At Eliza’s suggestion, Imogen retreated into the back of her mind while Eliza removed Emma’s remains. She didn’t know where Eliza disposed of them and didn’t want to know, though Eliza assured her she would find ‘somewhere that her artist’s spirit would approve of’. She supposed it was in way of an apology for killing her in the first place, or just trying to keep the peace long enough to ensure Imogen went through with their arrangement. Whichever it was, she didn’t much care. whether it was an effect of Eliza slowly taking over or just that she truly had had enough of this violent nighttime existence, Imogen was ready to let go.

At Imogen’s request, Eliza retreated far back into her mind, giving her as much privacy as she could. Imogen had no idea if she was still watching and listening, and didn’t know how she would know if she was. But it didn’t matter much. All she wanted was some time to say goodbye.

Lovingly, she wrapped each one of her treasured artifacts in clothes pulled from her and Emma’s wardrobes and packed them into suitcases and boxes, whatever she had in the apartment. As she took each one down from its shelf, she ran her fingers over it, savouring the memories that swam into her mind, those little echoes of history. She dipped into Victorian London, ancient Egypt and Greece, Roman Britain, little nameless villages in the Bronze Ages and bomb shelters in World War 2. She peeked through the eyes of housewives, soldiers, artists, market traders, farmers and surgeons. And to each one she said goodbye.

She piled the packages up just inside the front door, wrote out and attached labels to them, and on her laptop she arranged for a courier to come in the morning and take them to the British Museum.  Then she turned to Emma’s paintings, wrapping the canvases in their bedsheets and curtains and securing them with tape, running her fingers over the brush strokes, feeling Emma’s joy and inspiration running through each layer of dry paint. These she lined up next to the other packages and labelled them, and arranged for another courier to take them to one of the galleries in the city. She didn’t know if they’d want them, but they’d surely know where to send them if they didn’t.

The rest of Emma’s clothes she put into bin bags, meaning to drop them off outside some charity shop the next time she went out. She cleared out Emma’s drawers of her few items of jewellry, keeping just one silver ring that she slipped onto her finger. Sitting on the edge of the bed they had shared, she fiddled with it, spinning it around on her finger, feeling the cool metal sliding against her skin. She felt Emma’s love for her seeping out of it like a secret warmth, her affection, her occasional exasperation. She pressed the ring to her lips and let the blood tears stain the bedsheets, and she said goodbye.

She sat in front of her laptop and sent an email to Miro. She said that she wanted to see him again if she could, but if not that she was sorry. She’d known how he felt about her and she hadn’t ever felt the same, but she’d used it for her own ends anyway. She’d taken advantage of him, manipulating him to help her when she knew it could get him into serious trouble, and she was sorry. She didn’t love him the way he wanted her to, but she did love him dearly in her own way. And she said goodbye.

She wiped the laptop as best she could - a quick Google found instructions to restore factory settings. She thought about what Miro would want her to do and went to the window and opened it and threw the laptop out. The faint crunch as it hit the pavement below was satisfying. She hoped that between the fall and the rain, there wouldn’t be anything that could be salvaged. Not that she’d had much on there anyway - she just felt she should try to be thorough. She’d never really understood all that technical stuff too well. She’d never had to. She’d had Miro.

Her own things she left where they were. She didn’t much care what happened to them. Perhaps Eliza would want them. When she was done, she curled up in the bed, pulling the heavy duvet around her. For a long time she just lay there, feeling the emptiness of the apartment. Feeling alone.

Finally she called to Eliza. ‘You can come back now. I’m ready.’

She felt Eliza return, a presence felt but not seen, like a shadow looming over her. I’m here, she whispered.

There was a knock at the door.

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Elegant Fitted Wardrobes in London: Sliding Door Options for Modern Living

In the bustling city of London, where space is often at a premium, the need for efficient and stylish storage solutions is paramount. Step into the realm of fitted wardrobes, where elegance meets functionality, crafted to optimize space while bringing a refined touch to any room. Among the various styles available, sliding door options have become increasingly popular for modern living, offering a sleek and contemporary look that complements any decor.

Why Choose Fitted Wardrobes?

Fitted wardrobes in London offer a tailored solution to the unique challenges of urban living. Unlike freestanding wardrobes, fitted wardrobes are designed and constructed to perfectly match the precise measurements of your room, making sure that every inch of space is utilized efficiently. This bespoke approach allows for a seamless integration into your room, enhancing the overall aesthetic while providing ample storage.

The Appeal of Sliding Doors

Sliding doors are a standout feature in modern fitted wardrobes, offering several advantages over traditional hinged doors. Firstly, they save space. In a city where every square foot counts, sliding doors eliminate the need for additional clearance, allowing you to make the most of your room layout. This is especially advantageous in smaller bedrooms or apartments where space is at a premium.

Secondly, sliding doors provide a sleek, minimalist look that is perfect for contemporary interiors. They can be customized with various finishes, from mirrored surfaces that create the illusion of more space to wood or lacquered panels that add warmth and texture. This versatility allows homeowners to match their wardrobes with existing decor, creating a cohesive and stylish environment.

Customization Options

One of the greatest advantages of fitted wardrobes with sliding doors is the ability to customize every aspect of the design. In London, where architectural styles vary widely, this flexibility is invaluable. Homeowners can choose from a range of materials, colors, and finishes to create a wardrobe that reflects their personal style and complements their home's architecture.

Internally, the customization continues with options for shelving, drawers, and hanging spaces tailored to your specific needs. Whether you require extra shoe storage, a dedicated space for suits, or adjustable shelves for seasonal clothing, fitted wardrobes can be designed to accommodate your lifestyle.

Enhancing Your Home's Value

Investing in fitted sliding wardrobes in London is not only about improving your living space; it can also enhance the value of your home. In a competitive real estate market like London's, potential buyers are often drawn to properties that offer smart storage solutions. A well-designed fitted wardrobe with sliding doors can be a selling point, showcasing the home's functionality and style.

Sustainable Choices

As sustainability becomes an increasingly important consideration for homeowners, many companies in London offer eco-friendly options for fitted wardrobes. From using sustainably sourced materials to incorporating energy-efficient lighting, there are numerous ways to ensure your wardrobe is as environmentally friendly as it is elegant.

Conclusion

Elegant fitted wardrobes with sliding doors are an ideal solution for modern living in London. They offer a perfect combination of style, functionality, and customization, making them a worthwhile investment for any homeowner. Whether you're looking to maximize space in a small apartment or add a touch of luxury to a larger home, sliding door wardrobes provide a versatile and attractive option.

Incorporating these wardrobes into your home not only enhances your living space but also adds value and appeal to your property. With endless design possibilities and a focus on sustainability, fitted wardrobes are a smart choice for those looking to embrace modern living in one of the world's most dynamic cities.

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The Hidden Secrets of the Wardrobe

When it comes to maximizing space and creating a sleek and organized bedroom, fitted wardrobes are the ultimate solution. In London, where space is often at a premium, having a well-designed and customized wardrobe can transform your living space. With fitted wardrobes in London, you have the freedom to choose every detail - from the size and layout to the finishes and accessories.

One of the key advantages of opting for fitted wardrobes in London is their ability to make use of every inch of available space. Unlike freestanding wardrobes that may leave awkward gaps or unused corners, fitted wardrobes can be seamlessly integrated into any room, making them perfect for small or oddly shaped bedrooms. Additionally, with clever designs such as sliding doors or mirrored panels, these bespoke wardrobes give the illusion of more space while adding a touch of elegance.

Fitted wardrobes in London also offer countless customization options. From choosing between built-in drawers or shelves to selecting different materials such as wood or glass finishes, you have full control over creating your dream storage solution. Moreover, with professional designers on hand to guide you through the process, you can ensure that every aspect of your fitted wardrobe aligns with your personal style and functional needs. Whether you desire a minimalist Scandinavian aesthetic or a luxurious boutique-like feel, there is no limit to what you can achieve with fitted wardrobes in London.

When it comes to maximizing space in a room with sloped ceilings, wardrobes can provide stylish and practical solutions. The unique shape of these ceilings presents a challenge, but with the right design, you can transform that awkward corner into functional storage. Sloped ceiling wardrobes not only make use of otherwise wasted space, but they also add character and charm to your overall decor.

One clever way to work with sloped ceilings is by opting for customized built-in wardrobes. A professional carpenter can design and construct a wardrobe that perfectly fits the contours of your ceiling, creating a seamless look. This type of wardrobe allows you to take advantage of even the tightest corners, providing ample storage for clothes, shoes, and accessories.

Alternatively, freestanding wardrobes with adjustable shelves and hanging rails are another great option for sloped ceiling spaces. With their modular design, you can easily adapt them to fit the unique dimensions of your room. Look for wardrobes with doors that open vertically rather than horizontally as this will help save precious headspace in rooms with low angles.Alternatively, freestanding wardrobes with adjustable shelves and hanging rails are another . With their modular design, you can easily adapt them to fit the unique dimensions of your room. Look for wardrobes with doors that open vertically rather than horizontally as this will help save precious headspace in rooms with low angles.Alternatively, freestanding wardrobes with adjustable shelves and hanging rails are another great option for sloped ceiling spaces. With their modular design, you can easily adapt them to fit the unique dimensions of your room. Look for wardrobes with doors that open vertically rather than horizontally as this will help save precious headspace in rooms with low angles.Alternatively, freestanding wardrobes with adjustable shelves and hanging rails are another great option for sloped ceiling spaces. With their modular design, you can easily adapt them to fit the unique dimensions of your room. Look for wardrobes with doors that open vertically rather than horizontally as this will help save precious headspace in rooms with low angles.

In conclusion, sloped ceiling wardrobes offer creative solutions for making use of unconventional spaces. Whether you opt for custom-built or freestanding options tailored to your specific needs, these wardrobes not only maximize storage capacity but also enhance the aesthetic appeal of any room. So why let those slanted walls go unused when they can become an opportunity for innovative design? Embrace the challenge and turn those tricky

When it comes to modern kitchens in London, the possibilities are endless. Gone are the days when kitchens were purely functional spaces; today, they have become an expression of personal style and taste. From sleek minimalist designs to bold and vibrant color schemes, modern kitchens are all about making a statement.

One trend that has gained popularity in recent years is the fusion of classic and modern elements in kitchen design. While traditional kitchens evoke a sense of warmth and nostalgia with their ornate cabinetry and intricate details, modern kitchens bring a fresh and contemporary edge with their clean lines and streamlined finishes. Combining the two styles allows homeowners to create a space that seamlessly blends old-world charm with the convenience of modern amenities.

London is no stranger to classic kitchen design, as the city is renowned for its rich history and architectural heritage. However, there has been a shift towards more modern aesthetics in many homes across the capital. The use of high-quality materials like marble countertops or stainless steel appliances adds a touch of luxury to these spaces while still maintaining their functionality. Modern kitchens also often feature open floor plans that integrate seamlessly with dining areas or living rooms, creating an inviting atmosphere for entertaining guests or spending time with family.London is no stranger to classic kitchen design, as the city is renowned for its rich history and architectural heritage. However, there has been a shift towards more modern aesthetics in many homes across the capital. The use of high-quality materials like marble countertops or stainless steel appliances adds a touch of luxury to these spaces while still maintaining their functionality. Modern kitchens also often feature open floor plans that integrate seamlessly with dining areas or living rooms, creating an inviting atmosphere for entertaining guests or spending time with family.

In conclusion, modern kitchens in London offer an exciting blend of classic elegance and contemporary flair. By combining traditional elements with sleek finishes, homeowners can create a space that is both timeless and stylish. Whether you prefer muted tones or bold accents, there are endless options for designing your dream kitchen in this vibrant city. So whyIn conclusion, modern kitchens in London offer an exciting blend of classic elegance and contemporary flair. By combining traditional elements with sleek finishes, homeowners can create a space that is both timeless and stylish. Whether you prefer muted tones or bold accents, there are endless options for designing your dream kitchen in this vibrant city. So why

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Sliding Door Wardrobes

Multilines Raumplus offers sleek and functional sliding door wardrobes in London. Our innovative product line combines contemporary design with smart storage. These wardrobes feature smooth-sliding doors that effortlessly glide open, maximizing accessibility and optimizing room organization. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail and utilizing high-quality materials, Multilines Raumplus ensures durability and longevity in their wardrobe designs. Whether you're seeking a modern, minimalist look or a classic, timeless aesthetic, Multilines Raumplus provides customizable options to suit your personal style and storage needs. and experience the perfect blend of elegance and functionality.

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Metro Wardrobes allows you to make the right selection of wardrobe that fits your needs in a range of styles and colors. A sliding-door wardrobe with a mirror is a great addition to any home.

On the other side, having perfect fitted bedroom furniture that is inviting, organized and clutter-free is also important for any home.

At Metro Wardrobes, we specialised in creating custom-made, fitted bedrooms for our clients. We help our clients at any stage, providing a quick and efficient service as we manufacture all of the bedroom furniture in-house in London. We carefully design our fitted bedroom furniture collection to incorporate everything from fitted wardrobes, over-the-bed storage units, and bedside tables, to drawers and dressing units.

All of our bedroom furniture is made to measure and tailored to your specific storage requirements. Our services ensure to provide highest customer satisfaction when the fitted bedroom is completed with every detail that it requires.

So, what are you waiting for? Get your customized designs of wardrobes and bedroom furniture installed in the quickest time possible with the utmost quality & turn your space more luxurious.

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