Cute Little Space Novels & Stories

(Cpt Sareen) "i just doing what I want…Oh Look there's a stall opened…..Hello there..what are you selling here?.." As we walking entering the common area, there's a small park in between the apartment. It's just a place were civilian would go out and enjoy themselves after work, though small I designed it to have a similar look to the Earth small park, naturally there's fountains, benches and playing ground.

A few medals and awards were displayed just outside of the dinning too but I paid no attention to that. My sharp claws were out and I inscribed “ivy” in bold letters on the wooden dining table. The entire dining room is a square table with just four seats, one on each side which is understandable for a family as small as theirs, they don’t even seem to take visitors much.

We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

"Can I come in?" "Please," I said. "Sorry. Come in." She came in and looked around the apartment with the attentive interest of someone who understood that spaces said things about the people who lived in them. She looked at the flowers on the counter and Isla's drawings on the wall and the slightly uneven curtain rail I had never gotten around to fixing and the whole accumulated texture of a life lived fully in a small space. "It's wonderful," she said. Like she meant it completely. "It's small," I said.

The puttana ruined my fucking mood. “Riz.” Luca’s voice echoed across the living room as he strolled into the room with Ivan. I hummed in response, my eyes glued to the slim frame behind him whose attention were taken by the interior design of the room. “You can leave.” I ordered, and he nodded, turning on his heels. Ivan scrunched his nose in disgust as his eyes met mine. “Well?” He snapped, pointing to the luggages beside him. “I’m not going to stand here all day.”

Kiara’s POV It took a few tries to peel myself out of her grasp. She chuckled, as if my desperate attempts to get her off me were something cute. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” She said and I backed away from her. A frown furrowed my brows as I noticed how eerily silent and almost deserted the kitchen now was. I left her standing there and smiling at me quite creepily. I couldn’t believe that had happened. Vampires had no concept of personal space or any sort of propriety at all. She probably just wanted to stick her fangs in me. They were all so damn weird and annoying.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

My guess was magic, some kind of sophisticated magical barrier surrounding the entire space and effectively blocking out all unwanted noise. My eyes scanned the new room with practiced assessment. The private area was no different from any other VIP section in any average nightclub, with luxurious dark leather couches arranged strategically around a decently sized glass table. The overall dim ambience and intimate layout made it an ideal, cozy space for depraved acts. A few abominations occupied the area when we arrived. Two male demons and three topless, human-looking females with distinctly pointed elven ears. Nymphs, I assumed, since the true fae folk rarely patronized morally questionabl

"Where are you even taking me? You said you wouldn't take me home." "I'm not." Something like amusement moved through his expression and disappeared. "You're not ready for that." "Then where?" "An apartment that's close to me." He said it plainly. "You'll have your own space. Your own room. You won't be missing anything — food, clothes, whatever you need, I'll provide it." I stared at him. "You're describing a cage." "I'm describing a significant upgrade from whatever you're currently living in." His eyes moved over me briefly "Which I'm guessing has a window that doesn't close properly."

"Because I'm on his land doesn't mean he can treat me anyhow. If he doesn't want me to stay, then he should let me know'' she said in anger. "Calm down Mrs Crescent, the alpha will soon be here. I have to take you to your room as he instructed '' she said, still polite. Olivia knew declining will be punishing the poor woman so she followed her with a blank face and she was taken to a room. Every decoration in it was all pink. It was as if it's some Barbie that sleeps in there. Olibia frowned her face as she entered. "Do these people see me as a kid?" She asked not minding uf the woman heard her. Kurt was behind her.