Sokovia's Sisters
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Ongoing, First published May 09, 2026

The novel follows Jelena Angeloff as she navigates a dangerous double life in Novi Grad, concealing her work as an assassin to protect her sister, Anastasia. Driven by a thirst for revenge for their parents’ murder, Jelena’s determination is evident in her provocative acts, even as she struggles to keep Anastasia safe. As Anastasia’s life becomes entangled with dangerous figures like Werner Von Strucker, Jelena’s search for her sister leads to a confrontation in the Sokovian mountains. Unexpected alliances emerge amidst escalating suspense, hinting at a desperate struggle for survival and a confrontation with a mysterious ally.
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