Tiny Room Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My eyes snapped to the tiny creature perched on me, and for the first time, I realized what had just happened. "You can talk?" I muttered, carefully cupping the small, trembling body in my palm. Ruby—the peculiar, feisty little thing—let out a sharp screech, her tiny wings flapping in distress. That was when I finally took in my surroundings. A chill ran down my spine. I was inside a small room enclosed by glass walls, a cage disguised as luxury. The sterile silence pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating. But what sent ice through my veins wasn’t the room itself.

We turned a corner and descended a narrow staircase. The smell of lavender oil and scented candles from the Alpha's chambers was gone. Down here, everything was cold and functional. She opened a door and stepped aside. “Here.” I stepped in. The room was tiny. So tiny I could stretch out my arms and touch both walls. A thin mattress sat directly on the floor—no bed frame, no sheets. There was no closet. Just a small wooden stool and a chipped mirror hanging crookedly on the wall. No fan. No air conditioning. A single, tiny window high on the wall let in a strip of light.

The scent of soap and something floral hit me so hard my wolf surged against his cage. She looked at me and I watched her breath catch. A tiny hitch in her chest that she tried to hide. She failed. "Can I come in?" I asked. My voice came out lower than intended. She stepped aside without a word. Her room was small. Smaller than I remembered. The bed was neatly made. The curved blade sat on her table. A book lay open on the pillow. Chapter twelve. She had reached it. I forced my eyes away from the bed and focused on the table. I spread the map across it and began pointing out Damien's positions.

I highlighted the company's bus and walked into my house. When I entered, the lights were off. I turned it on and walked to my room. I entered my room and switched on the lights to carefully place my things carefully. I couldn’t believe my eyes on what I saw. Chloe was on my bed, crying so intensely. ------------------------------------- A/n Hello there, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, I don’t mind you leaving your comments. You see, they encourage me:) Till next update, I guess.

another voice —feminine—affirmed. I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid. It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.

That should make me feel better but it doesn't, but I pay anyway, I am too exhausted to look for somewhere else to stay, Because this is what I chose and it's getting dark outside and I am exhausted, I need to lay down, I can't walk anymore. A few minutes later, I am standing in front of a narrow door with peeling paint, a small brass number hanging slightly crooked. Room 12. I slide the key in and push the door open, it's small. There is a bed pushed against the wall, a tiny table, a chair that looks like it might collapse if I sit on it wrong, and a window with thin curtains that don’t quite close all the way. It’s not terrible I had been in worse spaces before, it just was not home, it di

A confused look appears on her face and surprisingly dad speaks up way before her. "The room on the left." He mumbles. I nod my head and sluggishly drag my feet towards the door on the left. I push the door open and step into the small room. There is only a small bed at the end corner, a small tv that looks broken and a wooden wardrobe. I release a heavy sigh and throw myself on the small bed. My eyes settle on the broken roof and I sigh again. If heavy rain were to fall, this whole place would be flooded honestly.

Susan doesn’t respond and simply unlocks the door and pushes it open. Okay, is the entire staff unfriendly in this house? Between Susan and Thomas, I’m not sure who is worse. “Thank you.” I step inside and look around. The room is small and dark. The bed is tiny and there is a small dresser in the corner. That’s it for furniture. I’m not sure how it is going to be when it gets cold, but it doesn’t look like it warms easily.

The cabin was indeed tiny. A small bed was shoved in the corner, a chair, a little round table in front of it, and a torch flickering away at another corner. Maverick closed the door quietly. We just looked at each other for a second, the air thick with awkwardness. Finally, he broke the silence. “Alright. Let’s talk.”

“What are you doing wandering around?” Chuckling, I rubbed my neck. “I was told to go find my room but I was never shown where it was. So I was trying to find…” “Fine, whatever. Follow me. I’ll lead you to your room.” The Beta walked down the stairs to the second floor and turned down a hall. Multiple doors, he finally opened one which had a small single bed that I absolutely wouldn’t fit on. The room itself was the smallest room I had ever seen. There was only a single night stand but there was a door for a closet and a bathroom. I went to ask if this was all they had but he had disappeared from the hallway. Groaning, I threw my duffle on the bed and looked out the two small windows on the