Little Space Language Novels & Stories

Everything about this place was beautiful and serene. “Gilan… is this the house I’ll be staying in?” Elena asked, her voice filled with wonder as her eyes scanned the space. “Yes,” I replied. “It’s not very big, but I think you’ll be comfortable here.” Truthfully, this was the smallest of all the houses we owned. Just two bedrooms, modest in size by my family’s standards, but to her, I knew it would feel like a palace. “Not big?” she said, turning to me in disbelief. “Gilan, this place is huge compared to the small hut I lived in with my mother. This is like a dream.”

However, she never learned. She tried to give me the pasta again. "Janice, you work so hard. Have some more." I just passed it to Edwin, along with a few meatballs. "I'm in a rush. You eat. Don't waste your mom's effort." Edwin was in a big rush to see a client today and did not have much time, so he just wolfed down his lunch. The tasty meatballs made him forget all about the pasta, which tasted a bit off.

He raises an eyebrow, “Spoken languages?” She nods, having shoved some chips in her mouth and speaks around them, “I know two sign languages too.” He raises an eyebrow. She keeps eating, “But I’m getting the gist of some words, but not all of it.” He nods, “It’s Latin in origin, so there’s some similarity between it and German, French, Italian and Spanish.” He blinks, “Most people think it’s closer to Russian.” She scoffs,

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

He nodded and said," Correct, it's very important for you to learn Sanskrit. As it's the only language in which even if the words jumble in a sentence the meaning remains the same." I asked in confusion, " But why will words jumble in the first place." He sighed and answered, "When we are very far away from each other, they get jumbled as signals are weak." I rolled my eyes and said, "Then just get a better internet connection rather than learning Sanskrit it's a tough language you know." He chuckled and said," Where we live internet doesn't exist." His words hit me faster than a bullet train, as I asked in horror" Don't tell me you live in a cave or an underground tunnel."

I actually loved my condo and thought it was just the right size for me. I let him know that it was just me so there was no need to have anything too big. He smiled as he continued to walk around while admiring the living space. “Are your neighbors quiet?” I responded that most of my neighbors were hardly ever home so naturally things were always quiet. I watched his tall figure walk around my living room realizing in that moment why he thought the space was small. He was rather large, so compared to his size and my living space, this was small for him.

“This wasn’t a good place to talk. Would you mind heading inside?“ “ If that is what would be better then I would choose the better” Now there was another soul of person other than Oliver who entered in his room. Even though “it wasn’t” THAT big, you can say that it had a massive space to say. It was simple, yet everything was fixed and organized position. It have lots of space since he was a minimalist. He just think that there is no space for any furnitures that won’t be of use. That is why…

I say, looking to my mate who nods and furrows his eyebrows as he gets down to business. The words will come, Juno tells me my mind. I nod in understanding. This was the one part I worried about the most, knowing what to say or how much to say. Juno continually reassured me that I would know exactly what needed to be said each time, because it will be different with each region that we speak to. “Any ideas about the languages we can expect?” Scarlyt asked. Spanish, the old way, German, Italian, Swedish, maybe Portuguese. I would be prepared for French as well,” Gabryl tells her. She nods in understanding and begins to flip through a giant book she brought with her.

I asked, but Mickey just shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’re definitely going to the beach tomorrow,” I told Mickey, trying to end the increasingly awkward eavesdropping. “It’s good that you understand them,” I added with a sigh. “Not always,” Mickey said. “There’s a language only the two of them speak, but they don’t like it—and usually I’m the only one who understands it, so they’ve gotten used to that.” “Why don’t they like it?” “Dany says it’s really hard and slow, though I don’t understand what that means,” Mickey added.

“Huh? How did I manage to speak like this?” He didn’t know many words. His vocabulary only has a small scope. They didn’t have a school. Aside from that, the language he only knew was their tribe’s language so he was really shocked hearing himself speak as if the language he was saying was coming out from his mouth naturally. He was even understanding some words he didn’t know before. “Magic,” Luna simply said without a thought of explaining. Shiki continued after recovering from his shock.