Cute Little Space Novels & Stories

Judas-Caine had been visiting from time to time, but most times, he'd just sit at the waiting area for forty minutes and then leave without saying a word to me. He seemed like such an odd guy. "Hey, are you alright?" Grace asked, when she noticed i was staring too hard into space. I shook my head and nodded. "Yeah, i was just thinking about ---" A knock on the door cut me short. Grace opened the door and a young woman, average height, light skinned, porcelain almost, asian looking, and very beautiful, walked into the room. She was dressed in a classic pair of blue jeans, with a striped lurex sweater, and double breasted cream blazer. She looked gorgeous.

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

I needed space to think, and Cade was usually the safest bet for a quiet journey. However, just as I was about to reach the door, Ronan suddenly moved past me and took a seat with Cade. He didn't even look my way as he settled into the cushions, and I stood there with my hand half-raised, watching as the opportunity for a peaceful ride vanished. I waited for a moment, hoping he was just passing something to his brother, but it became clear that Ronan had no plans of standing up. He leaned back and stared out the opposite window, effectively claiming the space.

--Weird is suddenly the new cool and smart is now the new sexy.-- Snow's POV. Shawn, Anna and I briskly walked down the spacious hallway till we got passed rows and rows of private offices housing more than one occupants already tapping away on the laptops before while some were briskly scribbling away on large files. Each one of the offices has adjourning smaller offices attached to the bigger and spacious ones, the bigger ones are obviously the under bosses offices while the smaller ones were obviously the assistant's/ secretary's offices, the place sure look neatly arranged and very glamorous with a capital letter G.

I caress her hair gently to help soothe her and hear her wolf purr from within her. I can't help but smile a little. Little by little, her wolf is gaining the confidence to make herself known. She and Leena are like butterflies in a cocoon. Slowly but surely, they're breaking free from their prison. How beautiful they'll be once they spread their wings and fly. I lean down and brush a light kiss upon her forehead and roll over to gently get out of bed. I tiptoe out of the room and back down the hall to the study where everyone is waiting on me.

he says, calling me a little one again. "Little what?" I say, I know I love nicknames but this one doesn't sound like a nickname to me. "A little someone who's a submissive, goes to little space" the bot explains. "Bot Explain" I say again, not getting it! I'm a genius but I'm not familiar with the term.

I nodded politely. "Let's proceed." She opened the door and walked in with me still following behind and closing the door behind me. I gaped at the luxurious space of the office and the gorgeous furniture which were used to beautify the office. The large transparent window showed a huge part of the beautiful city of Barbados and I couldn't help but feel lucky and honored to be part of the company. I still couldn't believe I almost missed this because I was trying not to stay too far away from my family.

I continued, “nothing big or fancy. I want a small space to start, so I can really get settled before I think about attempting anything huge.” “That seems fair,” Felix conceded. “Do you know where you want it?” I hesitated. I did, but… “You already have a space in mind,” Felix guessed. “Where? Just tell me.” “There’s a little corner space near the castle,” I admitted. “We’ve driven past it a few times. It’s an old cottage that’s been renovated. It’s been on the market the entire time I’ve been here. I don’t know how much it costs, but…”

I spot the unit next door—the one I’ve rented. I unlock the door and we step inside. The apartment is small. A little outdated. But clean, warm. It smells like pine cleaner and new paint. There’s a twin bed in the corner for Missy and a small kitchenette that makes me wonder how many quiet, desperate dinners I’ll have here if this goes wrong. Missy climbs onto the couch with her crayons and starts sketching a flower. Her little legs swing back and forth. “Daddy?” “Yeah, baby?”