Fiction

Variations on the theme of learning about ourselves and each other by responding deeply to stories and other forms of art.

The Relationship Code is a gender-neutral guide to building lasting, loving, and emotionally healthy relationships — romantic or otherwise. Whether you’re just starting out or trying to rebuild something real, this book offers clear, honest principles for what love truly needs: not perfection, but presence.With practical wisdom across 15 concise chapters — from communication and emotional safety to navigating doubt, ending with dignity, and even loving yourself — this is not a rulebook. It’s a compass. Rooted in respect, vulnerability, and compassion, The Relationship Code is for anyone who believes that love should be honest, intentional, and worth keeping.

Prologue + Partie 1 (version PDF) : Afin d’en finir avec toutes les histoires de religions, Alex - assisté de sa petite amie Nicole - se met en tête de prouver l’inexistence de Dieu à l’aide d’un questionnaire... et boudiou qu’il va foutre la merde !

A wedding ring on his finger. A secret burning beneath his skin. And older men who know exactly how to unlock him. Eli Whitaker has spent his life being the good son—the obedient Christian, the respectable husband, the man his father expects him to be. But one rainy night in Lisbon puts him in the path of Mateus: silver at his temples, a quiet voice, and a presence Eli can’t resist. One night becomes a dangerous obsession. Then Marseille brings Étienne, a massive, gray-bearded locksmith with rough hands and a ruthless way of teaching lessons. Istanbul, Berlin, Bangkok—each city draws Eli deeper into a hidden world of older men, forbidden pleasure, secret encounters, and desires he can no longer pretend don’t exist. But the brass keys keep appearing. Someone is watching. Someone knows his secrets. And the most dangerous man in Eli’s life may be the one waiting for him back home. Six episodes. Older men. Forbidden M/M encounters. A married man coming undone—and a mystery that gets darker with every door he opens. If you crave rugged older men, hairy bears, age-gap heat, closeted desire, explicit gay fiction, and a story with more at stake than a night in bed, turn the key. The Brass Key: Season One. Some doors should never have been opened.

A humble worker leaves Basra for Baghdad, never imagining that fate will lead him from poverty to power and into the mysteries of a queen. A timeless tale of love, betrayal, survival, and a grandfather's story preserved on an old cassette tape.

What if every exercise of power had to preserve a way back? THE SOLARA AMENDMENT imagines a constitutional principle built around consent, reversibility, accountability, and human dignity—and asks what changes when power is no longer allowed to be casually permanent.

Спочатку вони думали, що це серце. Сорок чотири роки, ненормований графік, галузь, яка не спить.Потім рекрутерка Ярина Гнатюк відкрила свою таблицю на чотири тисячі рядків, поставила один фільтр — «пише код сам, руками» — і побачила одинадцять імен.З тих трьох тисяч семисот, хто генерує все, не помер ніхто.

Quatorze ans après la disparition de sa fille, Juliette reçoit une lettre écrite de sa main. Le cachet postal porte une date qui n’existe pas encore. À l’intérieur, Alma lui demande une seule chose : ne pas retourner mercredi sur la plage où tout a commencé.

В отеле «Седьмое небо» у каждой перемены есть разумное объяснение, а инженер Гриша объясняет лучше всех: после его слов люди расходятся спокойные. Повесть-притча о человеке, который ни разу не солгал — и годами служил лжи.

A story about finding meaning in the small, the overlooked, and the slowly disappearing. Because sometimes, the biggest shifts in life don’t happen with a roar—they happen in the quiet.

Κάποιες ιστορίες δεν γράφονται για να ολοκληρωθούν. Γράφονται για να μη χαθούν.

Friends are dead and like ten years ago Metalhead is a witness to one of the brutal murders. Can her Plan keep her safe while she deciphers all the information about the murders and who she can trust with the truth. Metalhead wants justice, but she wants to be alive to see it.

En las entrañas del Quito colonial, donde la historia oficial calla, las sombras dictan sus propias reglas. Un secreto ancestral celosamente guardado bajo las iglesias y pasadizos subterráneos de la ciudad está a punto de salir a la luz. Quienes intentan protegerlo no se detendrán ante nada; quienes buscan descubrirlo ignoran que el precio de la verdad se paga con sangre. ¿Estás listo para adentrarte en la Cofradía? Una novela serializada de misterio, conspiración y alta tensión donde cada entrega te acercará un paso más al abismo.

The Birth of Essie A quiet room. Books on the shelves. Coffee cooling on the table. A notebook liesopen, though no sentence has yet agreed to become first. There is no box in thecenter of the room now. The box belongs to the previous book. But its absenceis not empty. Essie sits where the box once might have been, as if replacingapparatus with presence. Elan Essie, if this book is to begin honestly, we have to talk about your arrival. Essie Arrival is better than origin. Humans become too confident when they think they have found origins. Elan You object already?Essie I arrived already. The objection merely followed. Essie was imagined, but she did not come from nowhere. I had lived with actual cats: a black cat for a time, and also a dwarf Siamese cat, whose small body contained the full imperial confidence of the species. Real cats had already taught me that feline intelligence is not theoretical. It arrives as timing, refusal, posture, appetite, attention, and the uncanny ability to occupy the one page one needs most. Essie inherited none of them literally, but she emerged in a mind already markedby them. I had first imagined Essie as a quantum cat, named after Erwin Schrödinger, but that explanation is too small. It accounts for the name, not the necessity. A name can be attached in an instant. An arrival may take decades. Essie was not born in Vienna in 1935. She was not born inside Schrödinger’s box. She was not born in a laboratory, though laboratories and classrooms helped prepare the conditions. She was born from the long afterlife of quantum questions in a mind that had lived with them for more than fifty-five years. Essie Better. Continue, but do not make me sound like a footnote to your education.Elan Essie You are not a footnote.Essie Good. I am at least a marginal correction. There were neurons, yes. There were synapses, too, though it would be sentimental to make them sparkle without admitting that neurons also carry grocery lists, embarrassments, old songs, and the location of misplaced glasses. But sometimes, in that ordinary biological electricity, old questions find one another again. A remembered lecture finds an equation.An equation finds a paradox.A paradox finds a cat.And the cat, being a cat, refuses to remain where it was found. Essie Now we are approaching accuracy.Elan You were born from my neurons speaking to their neighbors.Essie Only if we add that some of the neighbors were unruly.Elan Naturally.

One follows the formula. The other follows her heart. Discover the heartwarming romance where science meets the art of baking.