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Complete, First published Jan 19
"The ladder doesn't end until the ground is reached. But at Van Elite, the ground is made of graves."

Van Elite University was never just a school. It was an incubator for sharks. A hundred-year-old experiment where the rich are groomed and the weak are "decommissioned."



Part I: The Original Sin

Twelve students. One island. A ranking system that demands blood. When the "Elite 12" are trapped on campus with a killer who knows their darkest secrets, the hierarchy shatters. In a world of predators, who stays at the top when the lights go out?



Part II: The Post-Mortem

The island is ash, but the secrets are alive. Julian Stantrist, the heir who walked away, and Leo Ferrero, the programmer who lost everything, form an uneasy alliance to expose the school's true origin. But when their fixer, Nancy, takes the throne, the game changes from survival to total war.



Part III: Global Erasure

From the gothic vaults of London to the high-security banks of Switzerland, Julian and Leo are on a "Grand Tour" of destruction. Hunted by Julian's own father and haunted by a ghost who shouldn't be alive, they must decide: can you destroy the system without becoming the monsters who built it?


A cynical, high-stakes LGBTQ+ thriller about the cost of truth and the logic of a world where you're either an asset or a liability.
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