A Chip Off The Old Block Book Novels & Stories

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

_____ •Authors Note• Struggling with writer's block, I don’t want to ruin the book, so I will just go with the flow. Two chapters of updates will continue, hopefully, tomorrow. Love you guys.

Dear readers, This is the latest chapter of the book, but I recommend waiting for the updated versions of previous chapters before continuing. I understand that many of you have paid to read those chapters, and it's important that the content reflects the story correctly. I’ve already revised the chapters, specifically from 61 to 70, and they are now under review by my editor. Once approved, the original content will be updated. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused, and I appreciate your understanding and patience during this process <3

Breyona chuckled dryly as she sat beside me on the couch. I ignored the two of them as they began full-scale bickering. My fingers ran against the jagged pages, faded and stained with age. The book itself smelled old and musty, looking as though it would crumble to dust at any moment. The repairs Breyona’s parents had made to the book were all that kept it from falling apart. A grimace formed on my face as I reread the information. ‘Did you expect it to change?’ Maya chuckled humorlessly, ‘It says the same thing as before.’

Pulling a crumpled tissue from his sleeve, he dragged it along his upper lip. “I see.” She turned, glancing again at the crowded shelves. “So, all used, then?” He nodded, then coughed. “Yes, nothing but used books,” he said, catching his breath as he struggled to unwrap a lozenge. “Interesting books.” The cough returned, the cherry cough drop still trembling between finger and thumb. The disquieting racket of an old man hacking up a lungful of phlegm filled the room. Although she wanted to leave, she turned. Continued. Wandered deeper into this dark forest of forgotten words. Away from the hacking oldster near the exit blowing the snot out his nose while rain pelted the sidewalk outside.

I asked sitting next to him sipping my milk. "I returned hours ago and when I noticed that you were still sleeping I had to find something else to do than to disturb you." He said. "You would have to wake me up," I said. "No. You need the sleep because you've been through a whole lot recently." He said. "Did you think about that when you fucked me like a hoe last night?" I asked choking on my milk drink the moment those words flew out of my mouth. Chris dropped the book he was reading," How To Take Over The Internet." That's the title of the book. Its cover was dull and the title itself sounded lame.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

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