Cute Little Space Novels & Stories

This cosy room was my little space. It was a small room but it felt like a little home. My heart ached with longing every time I came in here. The corner sofa took up most of the room, sat against one wall, each piece of it was around two meters long. The floor was a soft cream carpet, a large window opposite the sofa. Directly before my perch, was a small round glass coffee table with some random popery in the middle. Then to the left of me was a small hearty fireplace. Given, the fireplace was fake because I lived in a hotel type building, but it was a quaint touch.

She jumped out and waited for him to catch up to her before grabbing his hand to walk inside together. She closed the door of her house and locked them away from the rest of the world for a little while. What would it be like to come home to Camille every evening? Would they live in his old cabin? She might not be comfortable there. He scanned the living area, taking in the layout and design. “You have a nice place.” Camille shrugged. “I like it. I’m not here a lot, so I don’t need much.” To his surprise, the space was minimal, but he could pick out some of her touches—a small owl figurine made of scrap metal on the hearth, a rough wooden breakfast table, a bookend in the shape of a squirrel

On the right front corner of the room, was a smaller table holding a printer. Cara closed the door and imagined how it would be when she worked in such a small space. Looking around the room, Cara nodded her head silently. The space was cozy enough, but it needed more. Pulling out her phone, Cara made note on what she planned to buy at the mall to liven up her little space. The first would be potted artificial flowers to bring in a pop of color inside the off-white-walled room. The second would be a painting or two for the walls. Cara looked at her dull brown desk, and instantly made note to buy a clear container filled with the classic-colored gumballs, and finally, Cara thought to buy a sm

CHAPTER 22 /NATHAN/ The morning sun streamed through the bare windows of my living room, lighting up the dust motes hovering over my cardboard boxes. The apartment looked completely different from how it did a month ago. The posters were rolled up, the kitchen counters were entirely wiped down, and everything I owned was taped up inside brown boxes. In two days, I was moving to Silicon Valley to start my position at SiporaTech.

"Littles can be super vulnerable when in little space. They need your attention and care, but if let's say you're in class or a business meeting how do you make your little busy without breaking their heart" "Give them candy" one guy says "For the million time jeff you can't bribe your little with candy all the time , they'll end up with bad teeth. Other suggestions" ~sir "Give them a toy or something to play with" a girl says. "That's good idea why don't you try it El?" "Try it sir" the El girl reply "Yes we have a little right here, give her something to do" ~sir

I whisper-screamed, clutching Canon protectively. —— "He's seriously so pretty." "Ugh, he's so damn cute." "How can he be so tiny?" The break room downstairs buzzed with doting voices as the cleaning ladies gathered around us. The space was cozy—soft couches pushed around a coffee table cluttered with half-drunk mugs of tea and forgotten cleaning supplies. A small TV played reruns in the corner. It smelled like lemon cleaner and old sugar cookies. And right in the middle of it, was Canon, the undisputed star of the show, kicking his legs in his baby blanket like a smug little prince.

Fall into little space. "Of course, I'll be a few doors down in the office." I smile and back away out of the room. Before turning, I notice the gleeful smile plastered on her cute little face as she sits in front of the doll house. I pull out my phone to text the guys what I've witnessed. Me: Jessica loves the playroom. She's playing right now. Jordan: You showed her? Jacob: No shit, he just said he showed her. I can't wait to see her in a little space.

“I think I found one space online.” Liam gestured. “Show me.‌” She turned⁠ the phone⁠ slightl‌y toward him. ‍It was a small building. Not fancy. Not polish⁠ed. Ju⁠st empty space.‌ Sunlight through big windows. A little worn‍ around th‌e⁠ edges. ⁠ Ava s‍poke quietly. “It’‍s not perfe⁠ct.” Lia‍m look‍ed at it carefully.

It felt safe, like a quiet place someone built with their hands for the sole purpose of making another person feel a little less lonely. A small, sad smile pulled at my lips before I even realized it. “This is… cute,” I said quietly. Adeline nudged my arm lightly. “Look what’s inside.” I walked slowly toward the tent, almost afraid to disturb it. When I leaned down and peeked in, my breath literally caught. Snacks and drinks arranged carefully on a little mat, pillows stacked in a cozy corner, and an iPad propped up, ready to play a movie. It was… a whole movie date. Not dramatic. Not noisy. Just simple. Soft. Thoughtful.

Landon asks as we stand in the doorway, looking at the space. “Not it,” I confirm, trying not to feel discouraged. We visit a few more places, but with each one, the unease grows. I know what I’m looking for, even if I can’t quite put it into words. I need a space that feels like me, something that gives me room to breathe, to grow, to build something that’s mine. But nothing fits. Until we pull up to the last house on the list. It’s not a house, really—it’s a cottage. Small, tucked away on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees. The second we pull up, something in my chest lightens.