Author: Vase My
The sun was warm on my shoulders as I sat on the porch, flipping through a magazine, when Linda came charging out with a glint in her eye and an envelope in her hand. “It’s here!” she said breathlessly. “David and Emily’s wedding invite.” I smiled. David and I had served together in the Coast Guard—three years, a lot of storms, and even more stories. He was as no-nonsense as they came. His fiancée, Emily, from what I’d seen, matched him in quiet strength. They were a perfect fit. But Linda’s expression was shifting—from curiosity to straight-up disbelief. “Okay,” she…
Carly Morgan had never believed in fairy tales. Life had taught her that magic didn’t happen for girls like her—not when your shoes were secondhand and your mom juggled two jobs just to keep the lights on. But that spring, a little flicker of hope had crept in. Prom season had arrived. While her classmates talked about limos, glittering gowns, and designer shoes, Carly had kept quiet. But she wanted to go—desperately. She wanted to feel beautiful, just for one night. Not invisible. Not poor. Just… seen. And then came the envelope. It arrived over breakfast one Friday morning. Her…
The chapel was wrapped in hush, the kind that presses against the walls and leaves no room for breath. Mourners sat stiff in the pews, surrounded by the suffocating perfume of lilies and unanswered questions. No one spoke above a whisper. No one dared break the fragile quiet that hung over the white coffin at the altar. Inside, or so they believed, lay Lily Thompson. Ten years old. Bright. Artistic. Gone. Four days ago, she’d vanished during a school hike in the woods. By the time the search party arrived, they found her glove near a river, a torn scrap…
Derek Ross lived a life built on shadows—shadows cast not by the past, but by a truth he buried long ago. In his final year of high school, Derek was the golden boy—charming, intelligent, destined for success. But there was one thing his classmates, teachers, and even his girlfriend didn’t know: they had never met his mother. He never invited friends over. Never spoke of family dinners or weekend outings. When asked about his parents, Derek would brush it off, saying they were “away on mission work” or “deeply religious.” Lies came easier than shame. Because Derek’s mother, Elise Ross,…
The night Mary Smith found out she was pregnant, she thought it would be the beginning of a love story. She didn’t know it would become a war. Mary had never been reckless. The only daughter of a schoolteacher and a tailor, she was raised on principles: dignity, humility, and hard-earned dreams. She graduated university with honors and a future bursting with hope. But dreams don’t pay rent. After months of rejections, Mary took a job waiting tables at a five-star restaurant in Abuja. Not glamorous, but it kept the lights on. And that’s when he walked in. Sam Williams.…
My mom’s wedding was supposed to be her second chance at joy.Instead, it almost became my aunt’s stage for sabotage. Let me tell you how one white dress nearly ruined everything—and how I made sure it didn’t. Five Years Before the Wedding Tragedy doesn’t knock. It kicks down the door. Five years ago, my dad died in a car accident on a rainy Tuesday. One minute, we were waiting for him to come home with takeout, and the next, we were identifying his personal belongings. I was thirteen. Old enough to understand loss, but too young to process it. My…
When Aaron told his friends he was marrying a woman nearly two decades older, the laughter was immediate — and cruel. “She must be loaded,” one sneered. “No,” Aaron said quietly. “She’s layered.” At 26, Aaron wasn’t interested in chasing flings or playing emotional roulette. What intrigued him was silence between the noise — depth that came with time. Celeste, at 44, had that in spades. She was polished but not flashy, mysterious but not distant. She didn’t rush to speak — she measured her words like poetry. The first time they met, she listened more than she talked. By…
It was just another crisp October evening in downtown Chicago. The city buzzed with life — streetlights flickered to life, jazz spilled from open bar doors, and diners clinked glasses over candlelit tables. Inside one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, “Marlowe’s,” a sharply dressed man sat alone, about to take the first bite of his $200 steak. Then a voice, frail and almost drowned by the hum of polished elegance, sliced through the air. “Sir… may I eat with you?” He paused mid-bite. Slowly, he turned. Standing there was a girl — thin, shoeless, her hoodie torn…
The night it all began, I was elbow-deep in ammonia and fluorescent loneliness. Just past midnight, the downtown skyline shimmered beyond the grimy windows of the office building I had just finished scrubbing floor to ceiling. I dragged my aching body back to my studio apartment—the kind of place where the radiator groans louder than the neighbors—and flipped through a handful of mail that felt as mundane as the day behind me. Until I saw it. An envelope, sharp and snowy white, whispered luxury. It didn’t belong among the pizza coupons and overdue bills. The weight of it, the texture—thick…
I stood in the kitchen, soap bubbles covering my hands while guests laughed in the ballroom above. They saw me as just another servant. Little did they know, my husband owned this entire mansion, and I was about to teach them the most expensive lesson of their lives. If you’ve ever been underestimated or treated unfairly, this story will hit close to home. Make sure to subscribe and hit that notification bell because stories like this remind us that appearances can be deceiving. Let’s dive in. My name is Aliyah, and two years ago, I married the love of my…