Author: Vase My
Dmitry Vladimirovich Kravtsov was staring at the numbers in the report and couldn’t believe it. The third restaurant in two years had reached its break-even turnover already in the second month of operation. In Petersburg, that was almost impossible. “Dim, your mom is calling you,” Anna handed him the phone without taking her eyes off the negotiations with the fish supplier. “She says it’s urgent.” He took the receiver, still reviewing the documents. His mother had been crying on the phone for a minute before he could make out the words. “Dimochka, Igor has such problems… He urgently needs money,…
Victor Monroe never carried bags, not for anyone. Yet, that morning, under the cold brightness of the airport terminal’s ceiling lights, he held Nadia’s delicate designer handbag casually over his arm. To him, it felt harmless, a gesture, of convenience, not devotion. But every step he took down the polished marble floor echoed differently. Nadia walked beside him, slender and effortless, her cream-colored dress swaying softly as she adjusted her sunglasses. Her smile was small, private, the kind a mistress wore when she believed she had finally won. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t have to. His grip on…
The dog wouldn’t let the medics near the child, refusing to allow him to be taken for surgery. Everyone was confused — until they understood what it was trying to say. The boy lay in his hospital bed — pale, barely breathing. Doctors were urgently preparing him for surgery. Time was ticking… No one knew if he would survive. Suddenly, just before he was about to be taken away, he quietly asked: — Can I say goodbye to my dog? How could anyone say no… The dog was let in immediately. He ran straight to the boy, licked his hands,…
Everyone in the grand ballroom of the Blackwell Estate held their breath as the music changed to a triumphant crescendo. Gold and ivory roses lined the aisle, a canopy of chandeliers sparkled above, and a sea of designer gowns and tuxedos whispered as guests turned to witness the entrance of the bride. It was the society wedding of the year—perhaps of the decade. Billionaire tech entrepreneur Nathaniel Blackwell, 33, was finally tying the knot. Not to royalty or some long-time love, but to Sabrina Monroe, a striking fashion model with a mysterious past. They’d met eight months ago at a…
A new health alert is making headlines nationwide. Walmart, Dollar Tree, and Amazon have pulled 67,000 aerosol deodorant products from their shelves following a deodorant recall triggered by contamination concerns. Independent testing revealed traces of benzene, a chemical linked to cancer, in several widely used spray deodorants. In response, TCP HOT Acquisition LLC, the manufacturer, acted quickly to initiate a voluntary recall and alert consumers. The products involved include major brands like Brut, Sure, Right Guard, Alvera, and CureL. Although no injuries have been reported yet, the presence of benzene has sparked serious concerns among consumers and public health experts. This spray…
There’s something about losing someone you love deeply — you carry that emptiness forever, even if it doesn’t show on the outside. I lost my mom to ovarian cancer when I was ten. One day, she was there, brushing my hair while humming an old folk tune, and the next, she was just… gone. Just like that. I remember our last conversation as vividly as if it happened yesterday. She was sitting on her hospital bed, her frail fingers softly weaving through my hair. “Promise me something, my little moon,” she whispered. “Anything, Mama,” I said, swallowing back my tears.…
It was a rainy Saturday morning when James Whitmore, tech millionaire and single father, walked into a cozy café tucked away on a quiet street with his daughter Lily. He wasn’t a man who smiled often anymore—not since Amelia, his beloved wife, passed away in a tragic car accident two years ago. Every part of his day had grown quiet without her laughter, her warmth, her voice. Lily, now four years old, was the only light left in his life. As they settled into a booth near the window, James glanced at the menu, distracted and tired from yet another sleepless night. Lily…
The following story is a reminder that there are still good people out there who go to great lengths to help those in need. They restore our faith in humanity and inspire us to do good ourselves. It was around 9:30 p.m. and she had just got her youngest child to bed when she was alerted of the boy’s call. Once at the house, a boy, 8, opened the door. It didn’t look like he was in any sort of trouble. What’s most, although a rather bare, the house was neat and clean. He was there with his little sister.…
The day I inherited my grandparents’ estate, I didn’t feel joy—only a quiet, haunting weight settle into my chest. It wasn’t just $900,000 or a house—it was a legacy, a fortress of memories, and a target I didn’t know I’d painted on my own back. I was 25. Quiet. A numbers girl. No spotlight, no flair. Just an accountant in Portland who still visited her grandparents every weekend because love, to me, was action—not words. When they died six months apart, I was shattered. Then stunned. Their will left everything to me. Everything. The house. The savings. The investments. Even…
Our son is getting married. We are so happy that his bride is Madison, a beautiful girl from a wealthy family. Not Hailey, a simple country girl. Victoria Hayes, the famous owner of a chain of beauty salons and spa resorts, bragged about her future daughter-in-law to her friends. Ethan heard these words when he came home from work. He was the CFO of his mother’s company. Victoria Hayes proudly introduced her grown son to her longtime friend, Sophia, who had come from abroad to attend her godson’s wedding. Sophia was amazed at how much Ethan had grown. He was…