Elliot had spent a lifetime collecting regrets, but none haunted him more than the last thing he said to her. “Maybe some things aren’t meant to be fixed.” That was three years ago. Three years of wondering what might have happened if he had stayed, if he had fought harder, if he had found a…
Noah had never been one to stay in one place for too long. He spent years driving down endless highways, hopping from city to city, never calling anywhere home. But when he pulled up to an empty lot just outside the city, something inside him told him it was time to stop running. The idea…
When Lila inherited her grandmother’s tiny plot of land in the heart of the city, everyone told her to sell it. “What will you do with a place squeezed between two walls?” they asked. But Lila wasn’t listening—because when she stepped onto that patch of concrete, she could still hear her grandmother’s laughter, smell the…
When Adrian bought the small wooden cabin on the edge of the forest, he thought it would be his escape—a place where he could be alone with his thoughts. At that time, he was running from the wreckage of his past: a failed marriage, a career that had lost its meaning, and a life that…
Arlind bought the house for its design—minimalist, elegant, a perfect blend of metal and stone. It was exactly what he needed: a fresh start. A place to rebuild after everything fell apart. The first few nights were peaceful. The open terrace upstairs became his favorite spot to sip coffee in the morning, and the quiet…
Lina had chosen the cabin for its stillness. After the divorce, she needed silence, an escape from the noise of the city, from the judgmental whispers, and especially from him. This house, hidden in the depths of an untouched forest, was perfect. The first night, she slept peacefully for the first time in years. The…
Daniel had spent years designing his perfect escape—a house deep in the woods, built from repurposed steel, walls of glass, and the illusion of solitude. No neighbors. No distractions. Just him and his thoughts. That’s why it made no sense when he woke up to footsteps echoing through the open living room. He sat up…
It started with a single knock. Not loud. Not urgent. But intentional. Ethan froze in the middle of his kitchen, the steam from his coffee curling in the air. It was nearly midnight. Nobody ever came here. Nobody was supposed to know where he lived. The knock came again. Three times. He set the mug…
Noah had never planned to come back. Not after what happened. Not after that night. But here he was, standing at the edge of the lake, staring up at the house that had once been his dream—the house they had built together. It was exactly the same. Too much the same. The black walls stood…
Ethan had spent three years building this house—three years of designing, planning, and watching it rise from the ground. Every steel beam, every window, every light fixture was placed with meticulous care. It was supposed to be his sanctuary. A fresh start. A place where the past couldn’t reach him. But lies have a way…