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Ashes Of Her Name

Mystery/Thrillerlast updateLast Updated : 2025-08-16

By:  Gifted Pen Ongoing

Language: English
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Ashes of Her Name Some names are written in love, others in blood… When Clara Sterling returns to Hollow Creek — a town haunted by whispers and buried secrets — she intends to confront the ghost that’s haunted her for twenty years: the unsolved murder of her mother, and the father who vanished without a trace. But Hollow Creek is a place where memories bleed, lies linger, and no secret stays buried forever. Thrown into the path of Damien Creed, a brooding and enigmatic heir with shadows of his own, Clara finds herself entangled in a web of betrayal, forbidden desires, and long-forgotten sins. Together, they unravel cryptic clues and forbidden letters, piecing a truth the town fought to bury. As Clara draws closer to the identity of her mother’s killer, she uncovers a conspiracy darker than she ever imagined — one tied to the very roots of Hollow Creek. Loyalties will shatter. Love will be tested. And in a town built on secrets, the truth may be the deadliest thing of all. Ashes of Her Name is a breathtaking blend of romance, mystery, and spine-chilling suspense — a story about how sometimes, to find yourself, you have to burn down everything you thought you knew.

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    The Letter
    The town of Hollow Creek hasn’t changed.It still smelled like damp earth after a storm, like old wood and secrets too heavy to stay buried. The trees leaned in as if eavesdropping, and the roads — narrow, winding, and cracked — still led nowhere in particular. It was the kind of place that wore its silence like a noose, and Clara Sterling felt it tighten the moment her car crossed the old iron bridge. A bridge she swore she’d never see again.She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles white, pulse hammering against her ribs like a drum she couldn’t silence. Every mile she drove deeper into Hollow Creek felt like a step backward in time, like walking barefoot over old wounds that had barely scabbed. The sky was a dull grey, threatening rain, and somewhere in the distance, a crow screamed."You shouldn’t have come back."The voice wasn’t real, but it was hers. The same words she’d repeated to herself a hundred times before pulling onto the highway this morning. But how
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    Whispers At Midnight
    The photograph never left Clara’s hand.By the time she made it back to her car, the world felt different — darker, heavier, as though everything familiar had been draped in some invisible shroud. The chapel’s silhouette lingered in the rearview mirror, its crooked cross stabbing at the sky like an accusation.Clara drove with trembling fingers, headlights carving narrow tunnels through the fog that had begun to gather along the road. The town of Hollow Creek lay in uneasy silence, its houses shuttered, streets abandoned. It was as if the whole town slept with one eye open.She didn’t go home.Instead, she found herself turning onto Willow Lane, the narrow gravel path winding toward Tommy’s place. The one person she trusted. Or thought she did.Tommy Reed had been her anchor for years — childhood friend, sometimes protector, sometimes accomplice. They shared the kind of bond born out of growing up in a town built on secrets and shadows. And though she could still hear Damien’s warning
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    Echo Of Her Name
    The weight of what Damien said in the chapel clung to Clara’s skin like a second shadow. The photograph of her mother — smiling that night, before her life was snuffed out — felt like a stranger's memory now. The pieces of her past were no longer fitting into the neat puzzle her father had built for her. They scattered like broken glass, sharp enough to bleed.Clara didn’t sleep that night.She sat by the window of her room, the town’s lights flickering in the distance, crickets whispering secrets in the dark. She held the photo so tightly the edges bent, but she couldn’t let go.What if Damien was right?What if everything she believed about her mother’s death was a story fabricated to keep her quiet?And what if the lies were deeper than even Damien suspected?The memory of his voice haunted her — low, bitter, edged with something old and raw. She couldn’t decide if he was a villain, a victim, or something worse. The clock struck 3:17 AM when her phone buzzed.Unknown number.“You s
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    Shattered Truths
    The silence in the chapel’s ruins was deafening.Clara's breath caught in her throat. The face before her was both painfully familiar and impossibly foreign. Her father stood in the mist like a figure torn from a nightmare she never knew she was having. His eyes — once kind, once steady — now reflected only cold resolve.“Dad…” Clara’s voice cracked, a fragile thing hanging in the fog.He took a step forward. “Clara, you shouldn’t be here.”Damien moved, instinctively placing himself between Clara and her father, his jaw tight, fists clenched.“You lied,” Clara whispered. “You lied to me about everything.”“I did what I had to do to protect you.” His tone was calm, too calm as if this were a conversation about curfews or grades. Not about life, lies, and murder.“Protect me from what? From who my mother really was? From what you did to her?”“Enough!” His voice snapped like a whip through the air.Clara flinched. Damien didn’t.“Tell her,” Damien said, his voice low, dangerous. “Tell
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    Shadows Beneath The Lake
    The millhouse was colder than Clara remembered.The night pressed in through cracked boards, the air thick with the scent of rotting timber and damp earth. It wrapped around them like a second skin, clinging to their clothes and chilling their bones. Somewhere, an owl hooted—a long, mournful sound that seemed to mourn the death of innocence.Clara couldn’t sleep. The events of the night played in a ceaseless loop behind her closed eyes. Her father’s face. The gunshot. The message. The men with shadowed faces. Everything she had once believed in, every memory of a safe, steady life, felt like glass shattered at her feet.Damien was awake too.He sat by the broken window, his silhouette sharp against the pale glow of the moon. His eyes scanned the woods, his hand resting on the knife at his side — a constant, silent guard.“I keep thinking this is some kind of nightmare,” Clara whispered.Damien didn’t turn, but his voice came back steady, low. “It is. The kind you don’t wake up from un
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    Echoes of the Dead
    The wind howled through the skeletal trees of Marrow Ridge Cemetery, carrying with it the ghostly scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Clara held the box close to her chest, feeling the brittle edges of the photographs press against her palms. It was more than evidence — it was the last piece of her mother, a story buried with the dead.Damien watched the path behind them, ever alert, his face shadowed by the moonlight. Every sound seemed magnified out here — the snap of a twig, the cry of a distant animal. Clara’s heart pounded, her breath rising in visible clouds.“We need to get this somewhere safe,” Damien murmured. “We’re sitting ducks out here.”Clara swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Where?”“My cabin,” Damien replied. “It’s off-grid, buried deep in the woods. They won’t find us there.”She hesitated, glancing back at the forgotten graves. Mother… we’re so close.They moved quickly, slipping through the rusted gate and disappearing into the forest. The narrow tra
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    Ashes Don’t Lie
    Clara’s legs burned, her breath tearing through her throat like sandpaper as she sprinted through the dense undergrowth. Branches whipped against her face, snagging at her clothes, but she didn’t stop. Not now. Not when the weight of the truth thudded against her chest with every step.Behind her, Damien’s heavy footsteps followed. The forest swallowed their sounds, but the echoes of gunfire still rang in her ears. She could hear Creed’s voice, venomous and furious, carried by the wind.They didn’t slow down until they reached a break in the trees, a small stream winding like a silver ribbon through the clearing. Clara collapsed against a fallen log, gasping.“We have… to… keep moving,” she panted.Damien crouched beside her, face streaked with dirt and blood. “We’re safe, for now.”Clara pulled the stolen files from her jacket, her hands trembling. The papers were damp with sweat, but the ink remained legible. Names. Transactions. Ledger entries of bribes and payouts. Her mother’s na
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    Blood and Smoke
    The moon hung low over Crestfall, an eerie, swollen orb smudged by storm clouds. Lightning flashed distantly, illuminating the sprawling warehouse by Hollow Creek. It stood like a bloated carcass, rusted metal walls streaked with grime, the scent of old oil and wet earth thick in the air.Clara crouched behind a stack of rotting crates with Damien, Sophie, and Detective Henry. Every sound was amplified — the crunch of gravel, the hum of nearby generators, the muted clatter of armed men patrolling the perimeter.Damien checked his watch. "Five minutes."Henry leaned close, voice barely a whisper. "Once the van pulls in, they’ll unload the money and files inside. We move during the handoff. Clara, you stay close. Sophie, watch her back. Damien and I will handle the doors."Clara’s throat was dry. She tightened her grip on the flashlight-turned-weapon Damien had handed her. Every fiber of her screamed to run — but she stayed.I owe my mother this.The warehouse doors groaned open, spilli
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    Shadows That Linger
    The morning light filtered through the cracked windows of the Crestfall police department. Rain from the previous night still clung to the sidewalks, puddles reflecting a pale, weary sky. Clara sat in a cold, metal chair in the briefing room, the taste of stale coffee lingering on her tongue. The bruises on her wrist ached, and though Creed was dead, his presence seemed to cling to the air like smoke.Damien stood by the window, watching the street with an expression Clara couldn’t read. Sophie was slumped on a nearby bench, exhaustion written across her face, and Detective Henry spoke quietly with two federal agents, their faces grim.Clara ran her fingers over the manila envelope in her lap. Inside were photographs, ledgers, and a letter from her mother, recovered during the raid. She hadn’t opened it yet. She wasn’t ready. The weight of it was heavier than any briefcase of cash.“Any word on the others?” Damien finally asked, breaking the silence.Henry sighed. “We’ve arrested most
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    The Echoes Beneath
    The hum of the old fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the walls of the interrogation room. Clara sat in a stiff-backed chair, fingers drumming nervously against the tabletop. Across from her sat Agent Keller, a sharp-eyed woman with tightly pulled-back hair and an air of authority that made the room feel smaller.On the table between them lay a thick file stamped with a bold, red CONFIDENTIAL mark. Clara’s name was written in black ink on the tab.Keller flipped it open. “Clara Sterling, twenty-six years old, daughter of Veronica Sterling, deceased. Involved in the recent takedown of Damien Creed’s criminal syndicate in Crestfall.”Clara’s jaw tightened. “I know who I am.”Keller’s gaze didn’t waver. “Then you know why you’re here.”Clara crossed her arms. “Because there’s more.”“More than you realize.” Keller slid a photograph toward her — a grainy image of a man in a dark suit, his face partially obscured by shadow, stepping out of a black car.C
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