Little Space Triggers Novels & Stories

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.

"Oh, my God! It really is only 1,300. Not 130,000? Nancy, why would you tell such a lie?" "We trusted you so much. I can't believe you played all of us like this." "If Jessica hadn't stood her ground, she would've taken a huge loss." The blood beneath me kept spreading. The sharp pain in my abdomen made my whole body tremble, and I could barely stay upright. However, I clenched my teeth, braced myself against the edge of a table, and forced myself to stand. My eyes turned icy as I looked at Nancy and Erick. Erick stared at the screen, his face pale as paper. His lips trembled, but he could not form a complete sentence.

EM–0C0 Ember’s jaw clenched. “What is it?” Dr. Dell turned to her slowly. “You have a trigger buried in a specific sensory combination.” “Meaning?” “Touch. Smell. Sound. If activated in the right sequence… your brain shuts off its threat response. You obey without hesitation.” Ember’s blood ran cold. “It was never in the code,” she whispered. “It was in the conditioning.” Dr. Dell nodded. “He embedded it when you were a child. Your scent memory. Voice tone. Skin temperature recognition.”

I drop the machine onto the bed, the thud is muffled by the comforter, and I reach for the attachments. There are six of them, silicone and textured, varying in size from slender to oh god…fucking huge. I pick up the third largest, running my thumb over the ridged surface, imagining how it will feel inside me. The thought alone makes my clit throb, making my inner muscles clench. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, and attach it with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The remote is small, black, with a single red power button at the centre. I grip it like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded, my thumb hovering over the surface. But I’m not ready yet. Not quite.

Digital, safe, predictable. But then something shifts. Like... an itch on the back of my neck that won’t go away. I pause mid-match, frowning. “Anyone else hear that?” I ask. “Hear what?” Ember says. I slide the headset off. There it is again. Not a sound, really—more like... silence. The wrong kind. Like my building stopped breathing. Then comes the creak. A slow, deliberate floorboard groan from downstairs. Okay, full transparency: I live alone. No roommates. No pets. No loving parental figures who randomly drop by to check if I’ve died in front of my screen again.

That hit Lena harder than she expected. She shook her head. “That’s impossible.” Zayden looked at her. “I know.” But he didn’t sound convinced anymore. The lights flickered again. Not randomly. Rhythmically. Like something was syncing. Zayden looked up immediately. “This place is active,” he said. Lena frowned. “What does that mean?” Zayden moved toward the walls slowly. Scanning. Listening. “This isn’t just a safe house.” He paused. “It’s a trigger environment.”

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own

​​He vaguely felt like he might have lost a valuable treasure. However, Herwig still answered truthfully, "Yes, any living thing can live in it, even a living person. Furthermore, the area can be divided according to your thoughts, which is very magical. "It was a pity that the space was too small, only around three meters long and wide." "Around three meters long and wide?" Henry was surprised. "However, it seems to be evolving. At least it's a little bigger than when I first got it." Herwig was puzzled.

I said, backing up until there was nowhere left to go. “Go ahead.” I opened my mouth, then I looked at the foam panelling on the walls and closed it again. No one would hear me from in here. He watched me work it out, and had the decency not to look satisfied about it, which was something at least. The space between us was not enough. That was the problem. The room was too small and he was too large and too close and I was still raw from crying and the distance I’d been carefully maintaining since last night was much harder to maintain when there were only two inches of air between us.

“My lower back and abdomen. Can you call Dr. Leroux? I feel like I’m going to hurl and it caused a lot of pain this morning. I think some of my ribs might be cracked. It took three tries to get one to work in my IV.” “Absolutely. Let’s get you up.” “I don’t want to. I’m sorry I’m weak. I can’t.” “You have to.” I keep my voice calm. “You don’t understand the trigger that it is.” “It’s okay, Colton. I will help you. Come.” I reach out to him again and, surprisingly, he accepts. I nod as he looks at me. “One,” I pull his hand towards me. “Two,” pulling him even farther. “Three.”