Little Space Novels & Stories

Louis POV. Today’s my birthday, well yey me, not. The name is Louis, today is my seventeenth birthday, I’m short, too short for my liking I’m hardly 5 feet and a few inches, I’m a bit underweight but who’s counting. I have short blond hair and aqua colored eyes, I’m an only daughter of my divorced parents, I live with my mother who doesn’t really like me. Our chats are usually just her yelling at me and me crying, so yeah I and she doesn’t have the best relationship ever.

Justin said before closing his eyes as if in pain. “Stop complaining. Are you coming in or not?” I asked as I leaned against the doorway and squinted at him. “Why don’t you get a bigger room in a newer building? Don’t tell me that you can’t afford it because you can afford it now…” Justin asked in wonder. “It’s fine. I like this place. It’s so small and homey,” I replied unfazed. “It’s too small…there’s not even a sofa in this room. Where do I sit? On the bed? On the floor?” Justin asked as he wringed his hands about in apparent frustration.

He shrugged again “ I had an urgent business meeting not far from here and I decided to drop by Daniella. Or do you have an issue with me being here?” “Ugh no no Rider, you can come in.” I stepped aside for him to enter. He walked in slowly, eyes scanning the room, taking everything in. My couch. My tiny bookshelf. The framed picture of Lilian and me on vacation. “You live small,” he observed. “Excuse me?” A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “It’s cozy.” I folded my arms. “You own half the city. Of course this looks small to you.” He stepped closer.

When he opened the door, I was surprised to see a small apartment. Besides seeing his office on the monitors in Jaxon's office, this was my first time in Zydan's office. I definitely wouldn't have guessed he had a small one-bedroom apartment in his office. Walking into the apartment, I noticed that it seemed more like a studio apartment as it was relatively small. The layout of everything seemed a little cramped. The living room only had a couch and a television, with a small kitchen behind the sofa, allowing enough space for one person to move around. There wasn't a table or anything inside the room, but I did notice the sofa could pull out into a full-size bed. A table lamp was in the back

TIFFANY I feel a lot better after my playdate with Brittney and Cydney, but I can feel the effects of little space wearing off now that I’m once again alone in my tiny studio apartment. When I really feel like a little girl, it feels like the world slips away, all except for what is right in front of me, and that’s a wonderful, beautiful break from my regular life. I wish I could stay in little space forever.

It was a graveyard of things I'd lost. "Come stay at my place," Alex said. I looked at him, surprised. "Your place?" "Yeah. It's safe." When we got there, I paused at the threshold. The apartment was tiny, a studio with barely enough room to swing a cat. I looked through the open door toward the bathroom, then turned back to him. "Your bathroom is literally smaller than Odell's walk-in closet." Alex let out a soft, tired laugh. "Yeah, I know. Luxury living."

Chapter 23: Almost The kitchen was small in the morning. It had never been small before. The penthouse was enormous by any reasonable measure, floor to ceiling windows, marble everywhere, the kind of space that was designed to make people feel the weight of what it cost. Liora had never once described it as small. This morning it was small. She was at the counter waiting for the coffee and he came in from the bedroom already dressed, dark trousers, shirt not yet buttoned at the collar, and the kitchen immediately lost approximately forty percent of its available space.

It only had one bedroom and a small bathroom that couldn’t even fit the both of them in there comfortably at the same time. The kitchen had about a square foot of counter space, and their belongings had to be carefully organized so that they weren't cluttered. It was small to Jessica, who had spent the majority of her life growing up in a small apartment with her parents until they decided to move to the town and they moved into a slightly larger townhouse together. So she couldn’t imagine how cramped it felt to Kai who had grown up with this.

No room. A minute passed. Maybe five. The bed was too damn small. His shoulder kept bumping my arm when he breathed. Deep, slow breaths, the kind that come from a guy who's used to crashing hard after practice. I could feel the heat rolling off him like a furnace. My back was to his side now, because turning away was the only way to pretend there was space.

I spin to accuse Maverick, only to find he silently slipped from my room. So, like any calm, cool headed woman, I grab the blanket and march my ass over the threshold to his room. He wants to invade my space and privacy? Fine. Tit for tat, Maverick. Tit for Tat. I glance around the barren room, surprised by how tiny his space is. His bed is a quarter of the size of my California king and he has no sitting area where I have almost a full size living room. He is clearly not lurking in this tiny room, so I move to the only place he could be.