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She was never meant to survive. Now she's the last name on her own kill list. When Seraphine Vale emerges from the ashes of a fallen bloodline, she carries only a dagger, a doctrine, and a death sentence. Her family was slaughtered. Her title revoked. Her legacy erased. But Seraphine doesn't want the crown. She wants revenge. 🩸Blood Heir(Book One of the Crimson Court Series) In a kingdom where power is inherited through blood and sealed by blade, Seraphine must navigate a Court that fears her, a throne that tempts her, and a man who may be the last person she can trust - or the first one to betray her. But the deeper she carves her path through traitors and kings, the more she realizes: She wasn't the heir by accident. She was the weapon. And someone else is using her myth to build a court of monsters. Perfect for fans of dark romance, deadly alliances, and enemies-to-lovers tension, Blood Heir is the first book in a ruthless series where legacy is lethal - and love is a liability

> A killer no one suspects. A man trying to solve what can't be seen. She folds paper moths after every murder. He collects evidence that never leads anywhere. And somehow, they're texting. One of them is lying. One of them is next.

She was Oxford's golden girl by day. A ghost in velvet heels by night. Cezar Rochefort doesn't fall- But Elaya Fakhry wasn't made to be resisted. She hunts. He rules. And when they collide? It's slow obsession, silk-draped secrets, and a love laced with ruin.

ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕥: 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠: ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖... 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘

> "Do you like stories that burn you up inside and rewire your mind? Shrouds of Time isn't about salvation... it's about who deserves to burn first." "What if the very disaster that will scorch your eyes... is also the doorway to worlds you've never seen before?" On a morning he thought was the beginning of new torment, Yusuf met a girl who handed him a box of colors- and gave him a red one, to which he replied: "This is the color of my blood... on the day you'll burn me." But she didn't know he was speaking in the tongue of the future... A future that would return to him through the ticking of a strange clock, where he'd realize that the trembling of her fingers on the day they first met was the very first drop in a flood that would soon destroy his world. This is not a story of betrayal... But a journey through the corridors of a distorted time, where fire reshapes memories- and the question becomes: Does survival lie in running from the past... or in burning with it?