stories with soul

In the chaos of 1990s Russia, Natalya lost everything: her mother, her home, and eventually, her newborn daughter. Twenty years later, living a humble life in a monastery, she receives a call that changes her world—her daughter, now a French citizen, is coming to visit. Overwhelmed by shame and having nowhere to bring her child, Natalya meets Viktor, a stranger on the road. He makes a shocking offer: to pretend to be her husband and give her a home for one day. A touching story about tragedy, forgiveness, and how a chance encounter can heal a lifetime of pain.

Emily, a career-focused archaeologist, realizes too late that her father's time is running out. Diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor, Thomas has only months to live. Desperate to make up for lost time and past selfishness, Emily rents an RV to fulfill her father's lifelong dream: a trip to the remote and windswept Copper Harbor. As they drive through the American landscape, they navigate not just the miles, but the heartbreaking beauty of their shared memories—from childhood surprises to the sacrifices of a single father. A story about love, regret, and the final journey we take together.

Immerse yourself in the sensory overload of Istanbul. From the aroma of morning coffee and fresh buns to the midnight arguments of lovers, this story captures the relentless rhythm of the city's narrowest streets. Discover the chaotic, noisy, and undeniable charm of daily life tucked away in the European side's winding alleys—where silence is a myth, but life is everywhere.

It was a late summer evening, the kind where the sun hangs low, bleeding gold over the rolling fields. I was driving down a narrow country road, heading toward a small village on the horizon. But a strange thing happened: no matter how hard I pressed the gas, the village stayed exactly where it was. It was a glitch in reality—a mirage that refused to get closer. When I stared at it, the houses seemed a mere stone’s throw away, but the moment I blinked, they retreated into the distance like a fading memory.

A New Life at Sixty-Five: The Vanishing Threshold

All my friends were high-flyers. I, on the other hand, was always the "drifter." I lived for the moment, blew my cash on God-knows-what, stayed with my parents, and spent my youth partying. By twenty-five, I looked around: my mates had started families, bought houses, cars, and launched businesses. I was the only one with nothing to my name.

Elena Vance was a rising star in London’s architectural world until her twenty-fifth birthday, when the reflection in her mirror changed forever. Cloaked in ethereal flames, a woman from the past reaches out with a desperate plea: “Ayúdame, eres mi sangre.”

The Midnight Express. A nine-hour journey. It should have flown by, but my travel insomnia had other plans. As soon as I step onto a train, my brain flickers into high alert: "No sleep. Period."