Little Space For Beginners Novels & Stories

Then, the elevator began to move. That was awesome, I thought to myself. I was ready to put my cock back inside my pants, but Lily had gotten a hold of it, running her thumb over the vein lines. “A newbie this big; that’s the first.” She said, glancing up at me. "And you're not even hard. Quite frankly, I'm amazed. “You think I’m an amateur?” I asked her. “Well, you start off as one." Yani explained. "Complete the first year and you move up to the second year."

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“Training is going to be hard at first. Your body isn’t used to this yet. You’re going to get tired. You’re going to get frustrated.” I nodded, because I don’t know why kind of training was about to take place. “I know.” His expression softened. “But you’re not doing this alone,” he added. Victor stepped closer on my other side. “We’re here,” he said. That word again. We. Something in my chest settled. Training started simple. Basic movements. Balance. Footwork. Breathing control. No weapons yet. No fighting. But after twenty minutes, my legs were already shaking. After forty, I was sweating.

Miriam’s POV “You want me to learn jiu-jitsu?” I thought he was joking when he dragged me down to the gym. It wasn’t until he started introducing me to the instructor did I realize how serious he actually was. “Hello, Miss. Have you trained before?” She asked with a warm smile. “No, I haven’t.” “That’s awesome! We love first timers. Our fundamental class is starting in thirty minutes. It’s beginner friendly so you don’t have to be nervous.”

The night air was cold, but it helped clear my head. We stopped in the middle of the field. Lucas turned to me. “This is far enough,” he said. I nodded. “What do I do?” I asked. He thought for a moment. “Start small,” he said. “Don’t try to break anything. Just feel.” I closed my eyes. Feel. I placed my hand on the ground slowly. At first, nothing happened. Just grass. Just dirt. Just normal. Then— Something shifted. It was faint. Very faint.

I feel like this little friend bubble we have been in for the last 12 hours is about to break. “How many more classes are we talking?” Sam leans back to look at me. “I am slowly dying from lack of food here.” “You should have eaten before we came, like a normal person.” Sierra laughs at him. “I was unaware of the team breakfast at the beta house to satisfy the ridiculous amount of exercise I would be subjected to today. How many more Little Bit? If you’re here, then we’re here so you can stop making us look pathetic.” He laughs. “The next class is a basics class for beginners and non-warriors just to stay sharp and in shape. It’s less intense than the rest of the training, but I think it’s

Select something. The not knowing made everything sharper. Every nerve in her body was screaming. He returned. Stood behind her. "This is for beginners." He showed her what he held—a small paddle, black leather, no larger than his hand. "Light impact. More sound than sting." She stared at it. Her heart hammered. "I'm going to give you one strike," he said. "One. So you know what you're agreeing to." "Okay." "Count it. Thank me." "Yes, Sir."

“We don’t babysit here. You want in, you prove you’ve got what it takes.” “Relax, Theo,” a voice called out. Another guy jogged over, shorter than Theo but lean and wiry. “He’s just a newbie. Let him try.” Theo rolled his eyes, but stepped aside. “Fine. Your funeral.” The wiry guy turned to me, his tone more approachable. “I’m Eric. Don’t mind Theo; he’s just intense. You sure you want to do this?” “Yeah,” I said firmly. “Alright. You’ll need to start with the basics. Footwork, stance, balance. We’ll see if you can keep up.”

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

“You are not hopeless. Only very untrained.” “That was not kind.” “I was not trying to be kind.” “No. You were trying to be annoying.” “That comes naturally.” In spite of myself, I laughed. Training started with simple things. Foot placement. Balance. Grip. Breathing. The Alpha was patient but not gentle. If I made a mistake, he corrected it at once. If I rushed, he made me do it again. “Again,” he said. “I already did it five times.” “And badly, all five times.”