Little Space Rooms Novels & Stories

Andrew I stepped into the small empty circle of her tiny apartment, the size of one-fourth of my bathroom, and looked around. The place, aside from the cramped-up space, looked decent enough. She had a tiny bed, a reading table with books piled on it, a tiny wardrobe, a door leading to a tiny kitchen, another door leading to what I believe should be a tiny restroom. Yes. Everything was tiny. I turned and looked at her still leaning on the door, taking in deep, calming breaths.

I lowered my gaze and looked at my foot, it was swollen but I wasn’t feeling pain, I sighed. “So it’s two beds?” He moves his gaze to mine before averting them. “Nope…” my eyes bulge looking at him. “Just a small room with a table, and a couch at the end of the room…” “What the fuck? The space is too small.” I haven’t even seen it, from Brake's description, it means the room is small and smaller than the room that he had at Shadow moon pack before he could reply, the elevator door opened and we walked into the lobby, our room was just a few blocks from the main entrance, he swiped the card at the door and pulled the door, “what the fuck?” I curse again seeing how small the room is, it’s smal

"Enjoy your visit!" Jackson snickered. "Thank you." Turning away, he saluted her with two fingers before stalking off to the staircase in favor of the elevator. The place was just as he remembered it, back from when he applied. The same decaying brown furniture, the weird rustic smell. And as he turned the corner up the winding staircase, he discovered the fluorescent lights still bugged his eyes. The walls even had the same coat of chipped, barely white paint. It was ugly as hell. Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had.

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."

A light on the door turned green, and it slid open with a quiet hiss. The room was small and rectangular, with six narrow beds stacked in bunks against the walls. A small, metal locker stood at the foot of each bed. The room was lit by the same unforgiving white light. There was no window. It felt like a drawer in a filing cabinet.

He turned the handle and pushed it wide open. We stepped inside, looking around. The room was reasonably spacious, though it wasn't even half the size of Alpha Lucien’s massive suite. There were no elaborate paintings, no fancy decorations, and no luxurious furnishings to marvel at. It was simply a plain, functional space. The walls were painted a neutral, faded shade, lined with basic wooden cupboards for storage. It contained exact essentials needed to survive—nothing more, nothing less, and certainly nothing special. Four large, sturdy beds were lined up neatly along the far wall, each dressed in crisp, thick blankets and plump pillows. The beds were positioned with a small gap of space b

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

There was another large space before the smaller ones that had broken off from it, and a hallway leading to a room with a large window. “This was the more normal watching TV and lounging space, according to the records, there are three offices, one for the second, third and fourth in this area. A bit like in the main pack house. There is a library or study area, and, lastly, where the hallway is, there was a sunroom, but I’m thinking a proper gym setup in that room on the map is about the same as the main living area.

Is he crazy? “Right. Right now we have our room, the girls, two of our playrooms, Marcus’s room, plus the office, two spare rooms, the girls’ playroom and everything else, and you think we will run out of space?” He is crazy, right? How on earth does he work out that we would run out of room? I even forgot the safe room.

She would gradually give him a better life. "Tommy's things go in this room." Sierra opened one bedroom door, then opened another. "And the pillows he sleeps with go in here." John glanced inside. Those two rooms were the largest in this apartment. The only room left was a small study of a little more than a hundred square feet. She was going to sleep in that.