Turkish Stories

Fadime Koçari, or dare we call her "Fadime Furtuna"? She now shares a last name with the very people who robbed her of everything she once held dear, including their golden-haired grandson, Ismail "Iso" Furtuna. They were never supposed to love each other, let alone marry. However, life has a bittersweet way of teaching lessons. Their marriage is a temporary truce between two families that have spent generations spilling each other's blood. Though they live together and play the perfect couple in public, they constantly remind themselves that the arrangement will end once the paper binding them finally burns. But somewhere between shared silences, quiet loyalties, and battles fought side-by-side, something dangerous begins festering between them.... growing beautifully, even. Yet, while Fadime slowly starts falling for the man she was raised to hate, Iso carries a secret that could destroy everything between them: the niece she has relentlessly mourned was never dead at all.

Bu oyunda gerçek isimler yasak. Herkes bir maske takar, herkes bir kod adı taşı. İstanbul'un sisli gecelerinde, zengin mirasedilerin katıldığı gizli ve ölümcül "Mirasyedi Oyunu"nda herkes birer piyon. Kırık - babasını bu oyunda kaybeden, intikam için maske takan soğuk ve zeki oyuncu. Biçici - oyunun en tehlikeli hilebazı, maskesinin arkasında karanlık bir obsesyon gizleyen adam. Zorunlu ittifaklar, zehirli dokunuşlar, yüksek bahisler ve yalanlarla dolu bir senaryo... Dağıtıcı'nın masasında nefretle başlayan oyun, en karanlık tutkuya dönüşebilir mi? Maskeler düşmeden önce kalpler de düşebilir. Ama bu masada kaybeden, sadece servetini değil, ruhunu da kaybeder.

16-year-old twins - Ren Takahashi and Aiko Takahashi - had no idea that an ordinary day would turn into an extraordinary nightmare. While their parents are away on a trip, the siblings accidentally find a hidden button in their mother's closet. One click... And everything changes. They fall into an unknown world - an isekai world where magic, monsters, and death are the rules of the game. The system screen that opens before their eyes determines their fate: Class: Hero But this does not mean salvation. This is... the beginning. Because in this world: Being a hero means being targeted The system controls everything And death... is not the end Ren and Aiko must fight to survive, learn the truth, and unravel the mystery of this world. But the biggest question remains: Were they called to this world... or trapped?

Hande Yildiz is nearly finished with her degree in Architecture, specializing in Landscaping. Standing at 1.75m, she has striking, almond-shaped eyes of a deep, dark brown. Her hair follows suit-thick, dark, and falling in smooth, voluminous waves. She is a woman of strong personality, perhaps a bit stubborn and fiercely impulsive; there are moments when she becomes so blinded by the heat of the second that she acts on pure instinct, only reflecting once the dust has settled. One could say her life took a sharp, irreversible turn the moment her path crossed with Serkan Bolat himself-her arch-nemesis for as long as she can remember. Now, she finds herself trapped in a web of manipulation of his own making, because for Serkan Bolat, everything in life is a game of chess.

Two dreams: to become a renowned writer and to travel the world. One problem: a family that wants her married off to the boy next door. Aylla is 160 cm of pure clumsiness, messy curls, and unstoppable talkativeness. To escape an arranged marriage, she must survive the shark tank where her sister works-a world of tycoons, film locations, and snobbish elites. Aylla is looking for her "essence," a story worth telling. What she finds is a love so consuming it feels like a movie script. Join Aylla as she navigates family feuds, career blunders, and a romance that proves that even the most grounded dreamers can learn to fly.

In 1864, the Ottoman Empire is changing-but not fast enough for those who can see the cracks. When Anna Weiss, a disciplined German governess, arrives in Istanbul, she expects quiet work and careful anonymity. Instead, she finds herself in the household of a reformist bureaucrat where every word, every silence, carries weight. Tasked with educating a sharp and willful young girl, Anna must navigate a world of veils, unspoken rules, and watchful eyes. But it is not the household that unsettles her most. It is Salih Bey-a soldier shaped by duty, restraint, and a mind that refuses the limits placed upon him. He was trained to command, not to question. She was taught to observe, not to belong. Between them lies a fragile distance-of language, faith, and empire. But in a city balanced between tradition and transformation, even the most careful lives can collide. And when they do- what is written in ink may not withstand what is forged in iron. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. While I have made every effort to maintain historical accuracy, certain aspects of the time period, cultural practices, and events have been adapted, altered, or dramatized for the sake of storytelling. This novel does not claim to be a precise historical record but rather a work that blends historical elements with fiction to create an engaging narrative. Ilgin Marel, 2026

" 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆" 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 two famous young figures from a very different worlds collide together under the name of sports , they are forced into professionalism what happens when they can't even stand the sight of each other? Because sometimes, the person you can't stand the most... becomes the one you can't walk away from. Cover by @suuncito

Istanbul, 1820 The scent of jasmine and spices lingered in the warm night air as the Bosphorus reflected the silver glow of the moon. Beyond the palaces and grand mansions, beneath the domes and minarets, the city hummed with life-merchants haggling in the markets, the calls to prayer echoing in the distance, the laughter of noblemen and diplomats filling opulent halls. In one such mansion, illuminated by the golden glow of hundreds of candles, music and conversation swirled through the air. Tonight was a night of politics and diplomacy, of whispered alliances and careful smiles. And yet, among all the powerful men gathered, among all the veiled women moving like delicate shadows through the halls- Two lives were about to collide. Two people who, by every rule of their worlds, should have never met. And yet, destiny had already begun weaving their fates together. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. While I have made every effort to maintain historical accuracy, certain aspects of the time, cultural practices, and events have been adapted, altered, or dramatized for the sake of storytelling. This novel does not claim to be a precise historical record but rather a work that blends historical elements with fiction to create an engaging narrative. This book is a work of © İlgin Marel, 2025 . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced without permission.

Ladies of the 1990's. Sorted by youngest to oldest. For my convenience and yours. :)

Characters are from Güller ve Gunahlar. Created my own story with my own thoughts of Serhat and Zeynep.

Ladies of the 2010's, 2000's and late 1990's. Sorted by youngest to oldest. For my convenience and yours. :)

Nisan's mind protects her from overwhelming shock. Dissociation, numbness, and memory gaps aren't weakness-they're temporary shields. Like a circuit breaker, her brain "turns off" some feelings to keep her alive. Healing begins when it's safe to slowly return what was hidden. Fragile, yes but fiercely protective.

asaga diinta Kuma wanagsana ayada diinteda wey ku wanagsan tahy . . . .

Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Mercan is caught between hate and a desire she cannot explain, while Ateş looks at her like ruin has a name - and it is hers.

Iso Furtuna and Fadmine Kocari Furtuna have arrived at the point where they can have a two-sided, open conversation about the fake marriage they made in hopes of ending the blood feud between their families -- maybe. This story picks up where episode 23 ends with the couple's return to the place where they spent their non-honeymoon in a little, solitary house for a private conversation.

English translation of Turkish songs I do not own any of the songs! Credits are given.

She's in love with her cousin, and he feels the same way about her. They can't help their feelings, but life separates them. She was 15 years old back then. Now she's 22. She's a talented designer, and he's a successful businessman. What awaits them? Will they be able to be together, or will it lead to a family drama?

Live. Live. Laugh. your life....

Born with a cursed prophecy around her neck, Princess Sara is the kingdom's only hope-and its greatest target. When war erupts and an old king demands her as his bride, Sara is forced to flee across a dangerous island with the two knights sworn to protect her heart... even as destiny begins to pull them all toward ruin, power, and forbidden love.

| Für meine Mutter, Ç. | "I was never a mischievous person, even when they burned my soul." Afet Öztoprak, geboren 1947, in den erbarmungslosen Bergen Antakyas, war nichts außer ein einfaches Mädchen mit großen Träumen. Von Hand zu Hand gereicht, weil keiner auf sie aufpassen wollte, wächst Afet alleine in dem kleinen Dorf auf, in dem sie bereits seit ihrem ersten Atemzug als die Tochter einer "benutzten Frau" gekannt wird. Niemand kennt Afet. Zumindestens persönlich. Die Leute wissen, wie sie aussieht, aber niemand kennt sie. Afet, die auf streue Tiere aufpasst, Afet, die mit zehn Jahren vor potentiellen Ehepartnern flieht, Afet, die nachts Lieder singt und sie dem Mond schenkt, Afet, dessen Seele im Regen der Freiheit tanzt. Nur Aziz.