A Chip Off The Old Block Book Novels & Stories

OKAY UM GUYS, I AM HERE TO FORMALLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY RECENT UPDATES WHICH HAVE NOT TO BE HONEST MAKING SENSE. WELL I THINK I MAY BE HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND I AM GOING THROUGH A SERIOUS WRITER BLOCK AND I AM TOTALLY FEELING LIKE AN IDIOT BECAUSE I HAVE NOT BEEN COMPLETELY HONEST. I CAN'T HELP IT, MY HEAD IS BLOCKED. SO ALL I AM ASKING FOR IS A CHANCE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS. SO IF YOU STOPPED AT CHAPTER SIXTY TWO BEFORE ALL MY REPEATING PLEASE SKIP AND MOVE TO CHAPTER SIXTY THREE, SKIP ALL THE RUBBISH MISTAKE I DID SO AS NOT TO WASTE YOUR TIME. THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS.

"Be careful who you trust, I know there are many people you may have been crushing on, but you can't just let anyone in who says nice things to you." "So, don't let history repeat itself, don't be a dipshit?" "Don't let history repeat itself, and listen to your heart, no matter how cliche that sounds." "It does sound pretty cliche," I said through a chuckle as I picked the last book out of the box I was working on, "You remember this book, Ma?" "I do, I bought you that book a month before I got you away from your father," She said as she took the book from me, "You always had a knack for Greek Mythology."

Theo and said;" sorry young boy about that, as you see i'm an old man sometimes i used to misstep" "misstep", as Theo muttered the word and said to the old," it's ok" and looked at the spoil food and gets up to walk to his house he heard the old man saying:" here take this as an apology, i guess this doesn't value too much, take this and forgive this old man". Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day.

⸻ Finally— She whispered. ⚡ “The Witness.” ⸻ Silence. Absolute silence. ⸻ The Book of Origins immediately reacted. 📖 Its pages began burning. Not physically. Conceptually. Words vanished. Memories disappeared. Entire chapters of existence erased themselves. 🔥 As if the Book itself was terrified of the name. ⸻ 🌙 Before Dreams The Mother closed her eyes. ❤️ And a memory appeared. A memory older than any other. Older than Memory Zero.

"That is not how borrowing works." "That is how my borrowing works." Chloe shook her head. But she was smiling. --- After dinner, we opened gifts. Rick gave me a book. A first edition. Something by an author I had never heard of. "It belonged to my mother," he said. I looked at him. "Rick." "She would have wanted you to have it. She was not good at a lot of things. But she was good at books." I held the book. It was old. The pages were yellow. The spine was cracked.

The silver jar was sitting exactly where I'd left it, but it felt far too light in my hand. I twisted the lid open. A full jar now had a deep gouge carved through the center, as if someone had scooped out a handful with bare fingers. I spun around. Louisa and another roommate were sprawled on their beds, their faces gleaming with oil. The familiar scent I'd noticed earlier was coming off their skin. Seeing my expression, Louisa sat up and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, bragging loudly, "Oh, you're back? Mallory, your stuff isn't even that good. Greasy as hell. My cream works better."

His deliberate ignorance and hurtful words fueled her anger until it eventually consumed her. "You fucking bastard! You've been treating me as a stepping stone from the very beginning!" Oscar didn't deny it. He answered straightforwardly, "That's right. I've already inherited the position of family heir anyway, so I don't have to pretend to get along with you anymore." After pausing for a second, he glanced at her belly with dull eyes and said in a cruel tone, "As for that baby, there's no need to keep it anymore. "You're Oliver's widow. He's already dead, and it would be preposterous for you to have a baby again after that."

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

I took a break from this book for months because it was mentally putting me in a bad place and I haven't updated this book in a week because again, it was starting to affect me. I got over what happened a long time ago, but rereading my diary from the year all this happened and writing a book about it has brought up old memories that I had blocked out. So, please, be patient. I want this story over with asap so there is only a few chapters left but please be patient while you wait for them. --Stay safe everyone, I love you <3

Samuel couldn't figure it out. "Hahahaha!" In the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book, the sweeping old man laughed heartily. He looked at the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book and said with a smile, "Silly boy, you helped him last time. It seems that he is addicted to being helped. He still can't forget it now." The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book immediately covered his forehead with his hand, full of embarrassment. "Alas, this stinky boy..." "What do you think?"