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The Last Light
You ever notice how the worst nights don’t announce themselves? There’s no storm rolling in, no strange phone call, no flicker of the lights. Sometimes it starts with something so ordinary, you don’t even give it a second thought.
By Zidane6 months ago in Fiction
The Perfume That Changed the World: Dior Sauvage and the Psychology of Scent
The Perfume That Changed the World: Dior Sauvage and the Psychology of Scent How fragrance became an invisible weapon of luxury and desire.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Billionaire: How Bernard Arnault Quietly Took Over the Luxury World
The Silent Billionaire: How Bernard Arnault Quietly Took Over the Luxury World In the glittering world of fashion, where bold designers and flamboyant icons often steal the spotlight, one man built the most powerful luxury empire on Earth with a demeanor that is almost the opposite of the industry he dominates: quiet, meticulous, and calculated. His name is Bernard Arnault, the chairman and CEO of LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, and his story is a masterclass in subtlety, strategy, and the art of transforming heritage into global power.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
a bad sign
The long, white, seemed to somehow get closer together as they carried his view forward. The building had once been full of screaming kids and struggling parents. The kids wanted the right toy, the food not a focus till the toy was checked. The tantrums seemed to move around the room as more young customers opened their boxes, dug through the food to see what moulded plastic laid at the bottom.
By ASHLEY SMITH6 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Cottage
Jan and Zack sat facing the ocean, huddled close, as the cool breeze blew on their back. The dog days of summer were ending. It had been everything that a summer could be. They had purchased their new home and moved in and still had another week to settle in before they would have to go back to work.
By Katherine D. Graham6 months ago in Fiction
The Fortunate Feint ("L’Heureuse Feinte")
"Pick your death! Bullet or poison?" The maniacal husband held out a glass of squeezed lemon in one hand, a pistola in the other. Before him, Madame de Guissac recoiled in horror on her couch.
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
On a rainy evening in a small Afghan village, the old postman, Rahim, carried a single envelope in his worn-out leather bag. For forty years, he had delivered countless letters—some carrying joy, others heavy with grief. But today’s letter felt different. It was addressed to a name that had long been forgotten in the village: “Amina.”
By Usman Ghani6 months ago in Fiction
The Ninth Spell Of The Sorceress
Introduction I follow The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook and am literally enchanted by many of the images that they share.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Helper. AI-Generated.
In the narrow lanes of an old neighborhood, where life moved slowly and neighbors knew each other’s stories, there lived a widow named Shabana. She was in her late forties, with lines of worry etched across her face and eyes that often carried a distant sadness. After losing her husband to illness, Shabana found herself alone with two children to raise. Life had never been easy, but widowhood turned survival into a daily struggle.
By Muhammad Hussain6 months ago in Fiction
"Master These 10 Rules to Win Big in Life"
Introduction Success is not an accident—it is the result of intentional actions, consistent habits, and strategic thinking. In a world full of distractions, only those who master certain principles rise above the average. These rules are not just motivational fluff; they are proven methods followed by the world's top performers, entrepreneurs, leaders, and visionaries.
By Aman Ullah6 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman6 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Rearranges at Night
The first morning it happened, I blamed myself. The bookshelf was a few inches closer to the bed, the lamp slightly tilted as though someone had brushed past it. I’d been unpacking boxes late the night before and figured I’d just moved things without paying attention.
By Nasarkhan6 months ago in Fiction