Book Description 📖 Some faces are remembered by time itself. Hazel Singhania comes to Duskwood chasing a future she earned with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. A medical student. A believer in forever love. A girl certain she has lived only one life. But Duskwood watches her like it knows her. Strangers stare as if she is a memory resurrected. Some offer protection she never asked for. Some carry a hatred they cannot explain. And some look at her like she is the reason they once lost everything. She has no past she can remember. No secrets she is hiding. No reason to be feared-or desired. So why does her presence awaken something ancient? Why does love feel familiar... and danger feels inevitable? Because some loves are reborn. And some curses never die. •MAJOR EDITS ONGOING... ~Troops Expect the unexpected... " You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me..."

House of Serpents and Shadows Where serpents whisper, power seduces, and mercy dies. In Elyndore, nothing is ever as it seems. Not the alliances. Not the crowns. Not the heirs. Hesperia Vanora was born beneath a bleeding red moon, a serpent mark carved into her back like a promise the kingdom tried to forget. They call her the eldest princess of Vanora. They call her fearless. They do not know what the mark truly means. Across the sea, Damien Salvator carries his own curse - a dragon branded into his skin the night the sky went dark in lunar eclipse. He was raised to conquer, to calculate, to never kneel. They were never meant to stand in the same room. But when the Twelve Councils of Elyndore begin to fracture and pirate fleets rise from the horizon, whispers start circling the courts: The serpent has awakened. The dragon has stirred. And the old prophecies were never buried. Forced into a fragile alliance wrapped in silk and deception, Hesperia and Damien become both weapon and weakness to one another. In a kingdom where every smile hides a blade and every dance conceals a negotiation, trust is the most dangerous gamble of all. Because shadows are moving again. And if serpent and dragon were born under opposing skies... Then one of them was never meant to survive. In Elyndore, power is intoxicating. Love is strategic. And mercy- Mercy dies.