Andjela Rakovic
“No love feels as impossible as ours, yet I know deep down we will prevail. And why? Because we always do.”
About me
I am a storyteller, weaving the fabric of my dreams into the world around me. I chase those dreams with the conviction that every moment can be transformed into something lasting. Without dreams, life would be fleeting—a brief flicker in time. But when we embrace them fully, we transcend, leaving behind a mark of something eternal.
Beyond my passion for chasing dreams, I am drawn to the art of exploration. The allure of the unknown, the thrill of stepping onto foreign soil with nothing but a small suitcase and a heart full of curiosity, has always called to me. I seek out the hidden corners of the world, places where beauty resides in the details, and where stories await discovery.
But most of all, I find solace in the simple pleasures—sipping wine by the window as raindrops dance on cobblestone streets, letting their rhythm inspire me. With a blank page before me and a pen in hand, I am free to begin anew. In those sacred moments, I slip into a world of imagination, where every word carries the weight of possibility. This is where my stories are born, and through them, I offer a piece of my soul to my readers.
This space is my sanctuary, my quiet corner of the world where dreams and words intertwine. Here, I invite you to join me on this endless journey—through every chapter, every station, and every unwritten page still waiting to unfold.
latest stories
When Love Becomes Silence
It’s midnight. You know, this is the hour when I always find myself retreating into my own world—like Cinderella after the ball. I remember what once was, but in the end, everything dissolves into memories. And tonight… I’m writing you…
A Love Too Strong
I don’t believe in fairy tales. I never did, not even as a child. The story of Santa Claus never made sense to me, though I tried to believe in it—falsely, just to fit in. I don’t like when people…
Between the Pages of Us
Between the Pages of Us It’s midnight. You know, this is the time of night when I retreat into myself, slipping back into my own world—like Cinderella after the ball. I remember everything, but in the end, it all fades…