What Is A Little Space Novels & Stories

"Which would you choose?" The small-spaced, dimly lit room is deafeningly quiet. Each of the nine gentlemen circling a wooden table has a serious expression on their face as they scrutinize one another. Each forming a plan inside their heads, and like a slow-burning candle, they carefully prepared themselves for the next person's move. Will it be an attack? Or will he pick the safest route? Louie sweatdropped. This may be the most difficult decision he has ever had to make in his 23 years of life. In one gulp, he laid down his hand slowly, holding one stiff paper between his point finger and thumb.

Beta Liam Alpha, Luna, and my little mate have called it a night and headed to bed and by the way, Ashley is hanging off Jack, I don't think they will be long either. I've had my fair share of drinks and this buzz in my head is starting to get louder so I decide to head outside for some fresh air.

"Sorry. You want me to go into a mine and die so you can know there's poisonous gas there?" He chuckled. She steadied herself "Not die. And not a literal mine. It's a club. I want you to sing there and keep an eye out on any...poisonous auras." She swallowed. "A club? What kind of club?" He looked at her for a moment, before looking down. "Follow me." He instructed. She hesitated, following him deeper into the office. "The Mine is a club that's underground, hence the name," he started as they walked through the very empty hall. "And, like a mine, everyone who attends is rich. It's a...networking event essentially that just never stops."

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

he says in a very professional tone. “Yes, thank you. I found the gym and training room quite useful to keep in top form and the choice of cooking my own meals or eating with the pack was thoughtful. I am not used to being accepted in pack spaces. The apartment is much more luxurious than I would expect for a Personal Assistant,” I say. “Yes, well…to be honest, it is adjacent to mine. It should be my Luna’s apartment for when she wants her own space, but I have no Luna and you are my best friend’s daughter so I should do you the honor of making sure you are both safe and comfortable.”

3 years later "Mam are we still rejecting the offer? it's quiet huge" The secretary named Tracy asked her boss sitting on chair with the back of seat facing her "Isn't the contract offering too much for a small company like ours? it's suspicious" Tracy was star struck. SMALL COMPANY????? This company is listed in top 10 biggest companies of whole country. "But mam..." "Tracy clear my schedule for the night and bring me a coffee" Tracy had no room for argument. she politely shook her head and walked out.

A few medals and awards were displayed just outside of the dinning too but I paid no attention to that. My sharp claws were out and I inscribed “ivy” in bold letters on the wooden dining table. The entire dining room is a square table with just four seats, one on each side which is understandable for a family as small as theirs, they don’t even seem to take visitors much.

The foundation was laced with secret passages, half-finished tunnels, and power-dampening walls. They set up base beneath the original observation dome — now overgrown with vines and shielded from detection. Carl dropped a heavy duffel on the floor. “We’ve got enough equipment to tap the central comms system. We can broadcast if we need to.” Ophelia didn’t respond. She was scanning the map — tracing routes toward a mysterious, heavily-guarded chamber labeled “S3-X.” “What’s that?” Lilith asked, leaning in. Carl frowned. “That’s… not on any of the official layouts.”

As I ascend the stairs. I hear Dad call out “I’m not far behind you sweetpea just locking up down here.” Finding my room on the first floor I see that my bed is already built, and my boxes are scattered around the open space. Putting down my things I brought in from the car I start to open some of the boxes to find what I need.