Florence Family Pranks
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Ongoing, First published May 12, 2026

The novel follows Gia Florence, a young accountant navigating both her career and a complex family life within a Brooklyn mansion shared with her four brothers. These chapters reveal a history of romantic disappointments alongside Gia’s current, hopeful connection with Hayes Davies. However, familial tensions quickly escalate as Gia suspects her brothers are behind a disruptive prank, sparking a desire for revenge. As Gia navigates a strained relationship with Hayes, the narrative hints at escalating sibling rivalry and a series of escalating pranks that threaten to disrupt her life.
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