Cute Little Space Novels & Stories

he says, stepping back with a smile. I walk forward, fascinated, and I gasp softly as I peer into what is just…the sweetest little nook I’ve ever seen. There’s a bed squeezed in – smaller than the boys, as is necessary to fit in the space, but just as plush with pillows and blankets. And at the foot of the bed there’s a small chest of drawers and the world’s tiniest, prettiest iron-and-wood desk situated neatly in the corner with an oil lamp attached to the wall above it for light. It’s simple, but it’s so cute, and so plush, and so cozy –

The seven followed the alpha into the office. - I want to introduce my mate, Luna Cadence, and my quadruplet girls, Liberty, Merry, Cassidy and Cherry, they are 3 years old and my daughter, Ebony, she's 6 years old. - the proud alpha says. – before you ask, yes, it's true, my luna has a strange attraction for the letter “Y”. - they all louth - I even shudder to imagine what name she's going to give my son – he says, running his hand over Luna's belly. - Congratulations Luna. - they all said to the pregnant woman.

Cinderella POV. "That's correct, it's the one where the sub goes into little space, and what's little space?" she asks everyone in the class, but when no one answered I decided to. "It's a safe place?" I say out loud, it's what I believe little space to be, it's safe. "That's correct Ella, it's a safe place, but when we regress to a younger age do you think it's safe to be all alone?" she asks out loud again.

"I don't even realise it's happening until I look back on it." "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Did my mum speak to you?" "Yes, she said not to let it bother me and that they are here for me whenever I need them. She called it my little space. I didn't understand." "There is a type of ..." I paused, trying to think how to word it. "A culture where people feel more comfortable at a younger age. When you go into this regression, they call it a little space, it's where your mind regresses to an age where you feel safe. I talked to a man yesterday about it, and his girlfriend likes to live at a younger age as well; she was in her little space while I was there. She wants to come and vi

I looked around the small space I’d moved into two days ago, needing to remind myself why I left. The apartment was minimalist- white walls, pale wooden floors, and clean lines everywhere. A tiny living area with a soft cream rug, one modest couch, and a low table. A neat kitchenette tucked to the right, still smelling faintly of vanilla and buttercream. My bedroom was just big enough for a bed, a slim wardrobe, and a small reading table pressed against the window.

I’m not expecting your call, but I hope to hear your voice again someday. P.S. I know you’re wondering how I figured out your favorite flowers. You should have the answer by now. Knowing that the subtle knowledge might piss you off, I’m offering my apologies in advance. You left a lacy lingerie with me. I saw it in our cabin when I returned to the yacht, and I’ll be making good use of it. (winks). Till we see again, Renee. With most sincere regards, Robert Clarke, your Daddy.’ “Robert…” I chuckled as I finished his beautifully written note.

"They don't read the city tabloids. We go in, get what you need, and come right back. No lingering." We looked like any other couple in the sleepy mountain town. I wore one of Lucian’s oversized flannel shirts and a pair of leggings, my hair tucked into a beanie. Lucian looked like a local contractor in his rugged denim. We walked into a small, family-owned boutique called The Tiny Sprout. The air smelled of lavender and organic cotton. For a moment, the Chairman’s escape felt a thousand miles away. "Look at this," I whispered, holding up a tiny, hand-knitted sweater with a small fox on the front.

He chuckled. He pressed the only button in the elevator, and it started moving down. She startled. "Another reason I named this place The Mines, is because it's underground," he said. He smelled amazing. Holy shit. Did he bath in gold? Nothing on him was particularly ostentatious, or obviously expensive. He just had...an aire around him. Except, she glanced down. His gold watch. He was wearing it last time too. The doors opened with a ding. She gasped.

But she did say bring her back some fudge and that is what we will do for her a whole pound full of fudge. Dad and I decided with it being such a beautiful night we would walk to the parlor as the beach is not that far away from the house. The clear night sky and seeing the stars makes me feel a little back at home. The only downfall is because we’re in the city we don’t see as many as we would around the fire pit singing songs and having an enjoyable time.

So I nod, once, tapping against the collar. He releases it, and I burst out panting, feeling lightheaded. “Um…please come in, Mr. Garres.” Dana cut in, like what she just witnessed, is normal. “You have the best spot in the entire building, as usual.” “Of course.” Nile strides after her, and I follow, wrapping my arms over my chest self-consciously. Inside the building, is a large dome filled with dim, sexual lights. Bodies are stretched out in lounges, glowing skin, glittering skin, kissing and touching each other sensually. The music is soft and sexual, vibrating through my barely-clad figure.