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Possessed by manipulating demons, Ingri knows nothing of magic until Lar discovers her. He is the King of the Dead: the latest Wise One, gifted with strange and frightening powers. With Ingri, he uses those powers to banish her demons and teach her the mysteries of being a human. Soon, she must face her inner demons, fight to master the fire that burns within her, and rescue Lar in return. She can help in his Seeking, but only if they navigate a mysterious ring of stones, the Land of the Dead, and the Name Magic that will guide them. A riveting fantasy adventure, Name Magic is the fifth novel in Lisa Lowell's The Wise Ones series.

I was the most insignificant girl at the Academy of Magic—a Muggle with no natural talent, hiding in the shadows with a concealment spell, just so I could secretly gaze at the golden boy who shone brighter than anyone else. He had saved me once in a rainstorm, and from that night on, I offered him my whole heart, content to be the silent shadow behind him. To get closer to him, I taught myself the most arcane spells through sheer grit, and even stayed up countless nights cultivating glowgrass, hoping it might help heal his battle wounds. I thought my quiet, enduring love would one day be seen—until the night before the ball, when his friends exposed the truth: his kindness toward me was nothing but a bet, a game to see if he could make a pathetic Muggle fall for him and then humiliate her. The crushed flowers, the words "haven't you made a fool of yourself enough?"—they were the final straw that shattered every last one of my humble illusions.

I fled into the Forbidden Forest, only to stumble into the arms of a dying beast-man deep in the misty woods. He was covered in wounds, black mist seeping from his flesh, and the cold stone I had worn around my neck since childhood suddenly burned hot—silver threads burst from it, binding us together as if fate itself was forcing me to save him. I poured every last drop of my magic into healing him, watching as his beastly form melted away, revealing a snow-white divine creature, and then a man so beautiful he looked like a god. When he woke, he said nothing—only pressed his cheek against my palm, then looked up at me with those dark-golden, slit-pupiled eyes, and kissed me. In a hoarse whisper, he said—

"I've finally found you."

In that moment, I realized that the light I had been chasing all along had pointed in the wrong direction from the very start. And the one who had been waiting for me in the abyss for a thousand years was now burning with a warmth so fierce, it could heal every scar I'd ever carried.

The Girl Named Echo
No one knew her name.
That was the only thing keeping her alive.
Bella lived in the shadows for a reason. In a world ruled by power, blood, and secrets, anonymity was her only protection. Until one mistake, one moment, puts her directly in the path of the most dangerous man she could have ever crossed.
Draco.
A mafia don who doesn’t ask. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t forgive.
He was never supposed to notice her.
He was never supposed to want her.
But once he does… there’s no turning back.
When her identity is exposed and her name starts spreading through the underworld like wildfire, Bella becomes a target overnight. And Draco? He doesn’t run from danger, he becomes it.
Now, anyone who says her name becomes a threat.
And Draco destroys threats.
What starts as protection turns into something darker. Possessive. Obsessive in a way neither of them can control.
Because in Draco’s world…
once he claims something
it’s his.
Forever.

"He was supposed to protect me. Instead, he sold me to the highest bidder."

Seventeen. Broken ribs. A forced marriage.
Sold to the Italian Mafia by the man who was supposed to love her unconditionally—her father.

Nevaeh thought pain ended when her mother died. She was wrong.
Now property of a criminal empire, her freedom is a fantasy… until a rival mafia intercepts her fate. The French Mafia never planned to save a girl like her—but now that she’s in their hands, Nevaeh must navigate a brutal new world of power, secrets, and temptation.

In a world where love is used as leverage and trust is currency, Nevaeh must make a choice: stay broken—or rise from the ashes.

They paid me a fortune to authenticate a masterpiece. It took eight seconds to know it was a forgery — and eight more to understand I was the forgery they'd hired.

The brushwork was my great-grandmother's. The woman they let die in a county ward, calling herself a liar for daring to say the paintings were hers.

The Ashford name sits on three centuries of art, scholarship, and law. None of it is theirs. He stole her words. His wife stole her paintings. They built a dynasty on a woman they erased — and never learned her blood runs in me too.

I'm the lawyer they brought in to seal one more theft. I said no.

By the time they remember her name, they won't have one left to sign.

My grandfather was a thief.

He did not steal money.

He stole my grandmother's name, her return papers, and the life that should have carried her out of the mountains.

Fifty years later, his granddaughter sat across from me in a law firm interview and smiled like the world already belonged to her.

I opened her file, saw the family name, and closed the folder.

"You didn't pass."

In a world where every living being has a secret name, Kate was born with the ability to see through the magical veil that separates human and fae worlds. Not only that, her body produces too much magic, making her a target for all the creatures who want to take advantage of it. Her family always had problems with this, and they didn't think twice about selling her to the fae's great leader, the Pale King, who showed up on their doorstep and bought her and her younger sister.

For some time, Kate was used as a source of magic for the Pale King, until one day she managed to escape, alone, cursing herself for not being able to bring her sister with her. Pursued during her escape, what she didn't expect was to be saved by a great black dragon who has no wings. He fought off her pursuers and let her go.

Years later, Kate never forgot her sister or her savior. Now she acts as a mercenary, and she wants to find ways to confront the Pale King and get her sister back, even though she fears the girl won't even remember her. But she heard that a great black, wingless dragon will be put up for sale at an auction where magical creatures can be bought with their secret names written on a document of ownership.

Could he be the same dragon who saved her before? Would he help her again? She doesn't know the answers to these questions, but at this point, Kate is willing to obtain him, even if by alternative ways.

Five years ago, Nia Morgan was supposed to die. She had seen something — something the billionaires at Westwood Global couldn’t afford to let her live with. Her own future father-in-law ordered the hit. Her fiancé never came looking.
But the thing about dead girls? Some of them don’t stay buried.
Now, she’s back. New face. New name. New mission. As Elise Ward, she slips quietly into the same empire that tried to erase her. Her heart’s not here for revenge — it’s here for the truth. But if revenge comes with it? She won’t say no.
The problem? Damien Westwood. The man who once held her heart — and unknowingly watched her die.
He’s darker now. Harder. Colder. And when he starts to dig into her past, it’s not just her cover that’s at risk… it’s everything.
Because the deeper she goes, the more bodies start to surface. And someone else knows she’s alive.
Someone who kills just to keep the past buried...

Main Platform Blurb

Evelyn Hart has been married to billionaire Adrian Vale for three years.

In private, she is his wife.

In public, she is no one.

At Meridian Foundation's glittering charity gala, Adrian thanks his family, his donors, and every powerful name in the room. He never thanks Evelyn. He never even says her name.

Then a terrified woman slips a recorder into Evelyn's hand and whispers:

Ask what happened to Room 17.

The clue leads Evelyn into the darkest corners of the family she married: hidden medical files, missing women, false names, and a foundation that turns living people into secrets.

Adrian says he wants to protect her.

But Evelyn is done being protected into silence.

If he wants to stand beside her now, he will have to do what he never did before: tell the truth, give up control, and let her choose whether he deserves a place in her life.

Because Room 17 does not only hide his family's crimes.

It hides the reason his wife was never meant to have a name.

Paul Sutcliffe has spent three years quietly hating Garrett Holt from two rows back in AP Lit, the quarterback who got everything handed to him, including the one apology he never gave her. Then her mother marries his father, and the boy she's hated becomes the boy she shares a bathroom with. Worse: on the night of the wedding, Paul finds proof that Garrett's late mother didn't die in an accident as everyone believes; she was driven out of town, and Paul's own mother helped do it. Now Paul is living under the roof of a family she just helped destroy, falling into uneasy alliance with the one person who has more reason to hate her than she ever had to hate him.

On an August morning in 2010, the Mississippi gave up a corpse that shattered Willowbend’s quiet calm.
Half-eaten by catfish, the body was beyond recognition.
Most believed it was just another rainy-season drowning.
Only Dean, a disgraced New York cop, saw something else: murder.
As he follows the trail, Dean is drawn to Tara, the town’s newest arrival. She is wealthy, magnetic, untamed—the kind of woman who burns too bright to ignore.
The first time they had sex, Tara cuffed Dean to the bed.
The next morning, Dean wakes to a message from the coroner: a reconstructed image of the victim.
The face staring back is hauntingly familiar.
It looks almost exactly like Tara, still sleeping beside him.
Who was the dead woman?
Who is Tara?
And what secrets lie waiting in this river town’s depths?

Valerie Lysander thought she already found her soulmate and love of her life Tate, until she walked in on him with her editor. Not only did Tate cheat on her, he ruined her career by exposing her one secret.
Her infertility.
Valerie took a break and decided to spend it with her parents when she caught the attention of the city's most ruthless Mafia billionaire Leonard Skavinski, who only wanted a mother for his kids. There's no way to say no to him, he gets what he wants. A contract marriage as an escape from her Ex and her shame, she embraced the new life and an opportunity to be the mother of Leonard's children with all it gives. What she didn't expect was the brutal reality that she married a mafia devil himself.
What next when Valerie wants to be more than just Mrs Skavinski in name only? Is being a mother to Leonard's kids enough for her in the marriage without her husband's love? What happens when the line between love and lust blurs?
Will she be emotionally okay when her husband confesses he's still very much interested in his ex-wife?

Three years ago, Ethan disappeared.

The world believed the legendary operative known as Zero was dead, buried alongside the secrets that destroyed his life.

Then the rain began to fall.

When a series of explosions tears through Black Harbor, Ethan is forced back into a shadow war he thought he'd escaped forever. Old enemies return from the dead, assassins emerge from the darkness, and a mysterious organization starts hunting him once again.

But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes the attacks were never about the city.

They were about him.

Because some names are never forgotten.

And the rain still remembers his.

BLURB:

Wren Davis is the school's favorite target…plus-size, nerdy, invisible except when someone needs a punching bag. When she becomes the live-in babysitter for star quarterback Cole Hensley's family, she walks into enemy territory.

Cole watched her get bullied and did nothing. Now they share a house. At school, his cheerleader ex Jade makes Wren's life hell. At home, Cole defends her in ways that confuse everything she thought she knew about him.

Their deal was simple: ignore each other at school, stay civil at home. But deals break when feelings get involved. And when Cole looks at her like she matters, Wren realizes the most dangerous thing isn't Jade's cruelty. It's wanting something she was taught she could never have.

Married for years, I caught my husband in bed with another woman.
He had nothing at all once; it was only after being with me that he became the CEO of a company and made his fortune.
I asked for a divorce, and he flew into a rage and locked me in a dog cage.
But what he never saw coming was that I had long been ready to take my revenge.

I was blown up by my business partner and fiancée working together, only to wake up in an apocalyptic game where only one person can survive. They drew S-rank abilities and mocked my "worthless" wealth card. But they forgot—in a world with physical rules, money can buy sky cities, EMP bombs, and orbital weapons. Now they're kneeling in ruins begging me to open the door, while I stand atop Avalon City at 30,000 meters, finger hovering over the detonation button.

My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

"Why do you run away from me?"

"Why this obsession with me?"

His fingers continue caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine, "Do you think it's just an obsession? What I feel for you goes beyond that-I would even kill anyone who looks at you."


In a city steeped in the shadow of crime, Don Morgan emerges as a ruthless Mafioso, accustomed to bending everyone to his whims. But when his eyes meet those of Laura, a woman of magnetic beauty and unwavering determination, everything changes.

Don Morgan's heart is seized by an unknown feeling: love. Determined to make her his, he plunges into a dangerous game of seduction and power, willing to break his own rules. Laura is not a woman who is easily swayed by others, especially the mafia.

Clara Vale lost her award, her career, and her dignity on the same red carpet.

The world thought she ran to hide.

They were wrong.

She ran to the only place that had ever made her feel clean: a mountain town above the snowline, where a quiet rescue captain named Elias Roan had lived in her secret account, her unfinished letters, and her heart for three years.

But shame follows fast. So does the man who ruined her.

And when Clara's past climbs the mountain to destroy her one last time, Elias may be the only person willing to stand between her and the crowd.

I am Jess Carter, a modified special forces soldier codenamed "Ghost".

This is a story about brotherhood, betrayal, and redemption.

Five years ago, in Baghdad.

The mission went wrong. Three comrades died.

I was falsely accused of acting without authorization.

Retired.

There were no honors, no medals, only a lifelong agreement to "not divulge secrets".

I thought I would spend the rest of my days peacefully like this.

Until his younger brother Tommy called: "Brother, something's happened to me."

I once thought that marrying Gabriel was my redemption in a time of despair, but little did I know, it was an eight-year-long hellish scam.
On the day of the wedding, my fiancé abandoned me for Lily, and during the pursuit, my parents were involved in a car accident — one dead and one severely injured.
It was him — Don Gabriel of the mafia family, who used his influence to send my mother to the best hospital, personally performing her surgery, but couldn't save her.
In the hospital, he publicly proposed, saying he would protect me for life, and I, desperate, agreed, clinging to it like a lifeline.
For eight years after marriage, every month, he used a syringe the size of a baby’s arm to draw my blood, saying that my blood type was rare and was being stored as an emergency reserve.
Even though I became weak and sick, I foolishly believed this was his care.
Until I became pregnant, joyfully sharing the good news, only to overhear his conversation in his study on Christmas Eve: The car ac

The night before our engagement party, my fiancé gifted me a million-dollar yacht—with another woman's name carved on the hull.

Not mine. "Serena"—his first love, the one who got away.

Five years of patience. Five years of sacrifice. And this is what I get?

"Stop overreacting," Austin said without a hint of shame. "She's severely depressed. I'm just trying to comfort her."

Comfort her? What about me?

When Serena tried on what should've been my wedding dress, when Austin demanded I "be the bigger person" yet again—I finally snapped.

I threw the engagement ring. It cracked against his face.

Austin's hand shot up in fury.

The door exploded open.

Julian Cross—New York's most dangerous billionaire—stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm.

"You dare lay a hand on my woman?"

In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

On our wedding night, James moaned my sister's name while inside me.

I shoved him off in fury. He looked down me with contempt.

"You're just a replacement for Raina. Don't expect too much."

Later, a fake surveillance video pinned Raina's death on me.

I couldn't prove my innocence. James had me thrown into prison.

For three whole years, I endured abuse behind bars.

The day James picked me up, he tore off my clothes and forced himself inside me.

Afterward, he tossed a document at me. "Sign it."

Turns out David—his and Raina's son—had leukemia.

He wanted me to bear a child—only to sacrifice it to save the one he had with Raina?

I couldn't accept it.

A cold smirk crossed his handsome face. "Refuse? Then your mother's medical funding ends now."

"Your only value lies in your womb. Learn to obey."

From then on, he came to my room nightly. There was no tenderness, only brutal taking.

Then fate played its cruelest joke.

I discovered a paternity test—it proved I was David's biological mother.

Which meant... David was my son? Mine and James's?

Intro: When she found the wolf cub, she touched him and saw a vision—the grown version of him standing atop a mountain of corpses, ten thousand wolves prostrate at his feet. She named him Little King. Sixteen years. She taught him to fight, to control his transformation, to ride atop pain. The first full sentence he ever learned was "Whoever hurts you, I'll kill." On a blizzard night, he curled up at her door and kept watch through the whole night, just to say, "I was afraid you'd be cold." She almost said, "Don't leave me." But what came out in the end was something else.

“Smile, Natalie,” Callum whispered before he walked onstage.

So I smiled while he thanked another woman for the crisis plan I had written. I smiled when he pinned my grandmother’s sapphire brooch to her dress. I even smiled when his message came in, canceling our nineteenth appointment at the county clerk’s office.

Then I walked out with our unsigned marriage license papers in my purse and called the one CEO he hated most.

By the time Callum realized I wasn’t waiting anymore, I had already taken my name, my work, and my future back.

“You don’t know Adrian Kane,” the message read.

“And if you stay married to him… you might not survive long enough to find out. You haven't seen the worst of him yet.”

Sold into a marriage with the powerful and mysterious billionaire Adrian Kane to save her family's failing wealth, Evelyn is left to handle being a nobody at home and a decorative wife in public.

Behind Adrian façade, lies a darkness no one dares question… and secrets capable of destroying far more than Evelyn’s fragile freedom.

Just as she begins to accept her fate, the past she never truly let go of returns...her first love. The man who once promised her a future now stands before her again, offering the life she thought she had lost forever.

Caught between the dangerous husband she barely understands and the love she never stopped feeling, Evelyn is forced to choose.
But as Adrian’s secrets begin to surface, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore...

Did she marry a billionaire…

or a criminal wearing his mask?

And when the truth finally comes out, will Evelyn stay with the man she married…

or run back to the man she once loved?

Melia Bournemouth thought she had lost everything when her father died and a tragic accident left her in a wheelchair.

Her only comfort was her devoted husband, Mathew. But when Melia discovers Mathew is secretly liquidating her last remaining assets to build a life with his pregnant mistress, her grief turns into cold, hard rage.

Desperate for retribution, Melia turns to the only man Mathew fears: Illya Cosgrave, a ruthless and dangerous billionaire with a dark reputation. But as they plot to dismantle Mathew’s empire from the shadows, Melia realizes Illya isn't just a weapon for revenge. He harbors a secret connection to her past that changes everything.

Now, Melia must decide: will she remain the victim, or will she rise from her chair and burn her ex-husband’s world to the ground?

Twenty-two-year-old Nalira Voss is the best name-weaver in Zephyria, but she hates the Festival of Names. While the city celebrates, she works alone in her workshop, fixing broken names for people who never say thank you. Names are just tools, not miracles.
Then a stranger walks through her door with no name, no past, and no proof he even exists.
His name is Kairos, or at least, that is what she calls him. He is the erased heir of the Aether Consortium, Zephyria’s most ruthless family. They stole his name and scattered it across dimensional temples. Without it, he is slowly disappearing from the world.
"I don't need saving," he tells her.
"Good," she says, reaching for her magic thread. "Because I don't save people. I just fix names."
As Nalira hunts down his stolen name, she starts falling for the boy the world forgot. Then she learns the truth: speaking his name will erase her identity forever.
Now she faces an impossible choice: save him and lose herself, or walk away and lose him forever.
Some names are worth dying for. But is love worth erasing everything you are?

For six years I kept the books nobody wanted to touch.
They called me the help. My husband signed my name to a loan I never saw. His mother told the whole family I was the reason there were no grandchildren.
At the anniversary gala, they planned to retire me quietly — and hand my desk to the woman my husband had been paying out of company accounts.
They forgot one thing.
Before I married into this family, I spent six years catching men who move money the way they do. I never stopped keeping a second set of books.
I let them think the game was already over.
It was — for them.

I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

“Why is Elara dying on my stream?”

Sienna Vale laughed in front of half a million viewers while my heroine glitched on-screen, wearing the ring I designed and speaking the line I wrote.

Caleb didn’t ask if I was okay. He shoved the emergency laptop toward me and said, “Fix it before the investors panic.”

So I opened the live build.

But instead of saving his launch, I patched one line into the game credits:

Created by Maya Reed.

They call me the "Savior," building altars for me amidst the ruins.
But they don't know that when I climbed out of the abyss, I had no intention of saving this species whatsoever.
I am not here to rebuild civilization; I am simply calculating exactly how many souls I must reclaim to fully awaken my Ark.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

Rebecca was watching the full moon from the window of her room. AND hearing the speech behind her back. She already decided to let him live here... It was not a game of mind but her heart. And she already has given her heart to him. But the dangers that come along with him are far more dangerous than she can even think, she never thought that she will lose everything along in the fight for love and trying to change the evil into good. Only because of the Alpha Wolf that came out as her true mate. "Luna Moon, we can not let a Male Wolf enter our territory. It will be not only dangerous but very risky for all of us and our pack." Beta Julie said. "He is not what he looks like, there is something very dangerous and off vibe that has come along with him," Simon warned her... "Not only you, but I also don't believe my brother I don't even know where he was all these years, what he was up to... Don't trust him!" Simara was the traitor but she also told her...