Cute Little Space Novels & Stories

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”

"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.

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.

The pod is surrounded by a series of holographic displays that flicker and dance with intricate patterns of light and color. The room itself is small, with a low ceiling that makes me feel a little claustrophobic. But despite the cramped quarters, the space is surprisingly luxurious, with a plush, white carpet that feels like silk beneath my feet. The air is cool and clean, with a faint scent of ozone that makes me feel like I'm breathing in the future.

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

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.