Little Space For Beginners Novels & Stories

I kept pleading like he was my only hope, even to the point my voice was dying down a bit, and becoming more vulnerable. “I feel so stupid and left behind,” I whispered. “Everyone else knows what they’re doing, but I don’t have any fucking idea what I'm doing. please help me. I know you’d never hurt me, so please, Ryan, just teach me a little. I promise we can stop anytime you want us to.” He stayed silent for a really long moment, breathing a bit slowly. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his face. “Fine,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But we keep it to the basics only. No serious intimate stuff. No sex, just… learning. And the second you feel a bit uncomfortable, we stop. Dea

EMBER’S POV Where we’re going turns out to be a room in the sub level I didn’t know existed, all matted floor and low light and the specific smell of a place where people hurt each other on purpose. It’s cold. I’m still half-asleep. I hate everything. “So how does this—” I start, and he’s already moving. “Stance.” He circles behind me. “Feet apart. Wider. Weight back on your heels, not your toes, or the first person who touches you puts you on the floor.” His hands land on my hips.

The way he says the nickname—half teasing, half something darker—sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with exertion. He leads me to an obstacle course set up at the edge of the courtyard—a series of walls to scale, ropes to climb, tunnels to crawl through. "Time to see what you're made of," he says, pulling a stopwatch from his pocket. "Most rookies take four minutes their first time through. Let's see if you can beat that."

“That is fair. You do not know me that well yet. But you will. You will see how I teach. You will see how I fight. And you will learn that I am here to help you stand strong so you do not break when it matters. That is enough for today.” He looked away but he did not speak again. I stepped back to face all of them. “We begin with sparring basics,” I said. “Your stance is the first thing that keeps you from falling. If your feet are wrong, nothing else works.” I moved into the simple starting stance Callen drilled into us for months. I showed them how to place their feet, how to keep their shoulders loose and how to shift their weight so that they would not topple if pushed. “Spread out. Give

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" "Because I wanted to surprise you. I was on a plane for over ten hours; I'm exhausted. Let's talk when we meet." I hung up the phone and stepped inside the villa. I was surprised to find that there wasn't a single servant in sight. The clean living room was immaculate, but the windows were all tightly shut. I opened the windows and then walked over to the cupboard. Inside, the matching cups Chandler and I had bought were neatly placed in the corner.

One by one they slowly made their way over. I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Listen up! Today we are going to start with easy exercises. I want you all to pair up in teams of two and hit the gym. In our beginning training eat set is of 50. When you get done with set take a two-minute break before starting on the next set. Got it?”

It felt warm, peaceful… like the world had paused for just us. “This is where we train today,” Liam said, walking to the center and stretching. “Time for some warm-ups.” He showed me some beginner exercises—squats, lunges, some jumping movements—and I followed along. Not perfectly, but I tried. Every time I messed up, he corrected me gently. He was patient, calm, never laughing at me. Just guiding me, step by step. “Good,” he said as I finished a stretch. “Now let’s move on to something more fun.”

“Do we start now? Or… next dawn or something?” “Now’s good. Come.” Talyss beckoned her towards the edge of the ring, where a small canvas bundle sat next to the rest of her equipment. “Great! No time like now. How long do we have? Or, rather, when do we stop?” “There’s no set time for the first lesson,” replied Talyss, “usually it’s however long it takes you to collapse from either pain or exhaustion.”

I said, smiling thinking about the kids now as he started the topic. “I have even a better plan. They should know about even another religion like even Islam.” He said. “To teach them, we should first learn about that right. So we will even start learning about that religion too.” I said, feeling nothing but good thinking about the result. “But there is one problem.” He suddenly said, making me frown. “What is it?” I asked him worried glancing at him. “You have to take step 9 for us to even have a chance to have kids.” He replied and bursted out laughing seeing my face.

"Family only. No staff allowed unless they're specifically training someone, he said we could do your training here, even though I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s necessary." The space smelled like gun oil and something metallic I couldn't quite place. My stomach twisted. I'd never held a gun in my life. Dad had kept me away from that side of things, kept me sheltered and ignorant while my brothers learned how to kill people. Nico pulled out a case and opened it. Inside were three handguns, different sizes, all of them looking equally terrifying to me. "We'll start with this one," he said, selecting the smallest. "Glock 43. Nine millimeter. Good for beginners because it's not too heavy and the