Teach me how to Love

Teach me how to Love

  • WpView
    Reads 35
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 20, 2014
Jessica Simpson is done. No more lies. No more Mrs-nice-girl. She's been pushed around to much to feel anything anymore.She's to broken to be fixed. Coming from an abusive family. Seeing several deaths. Losing various people. Being played with. NO MORE! Now Jessica is starting anew. In a new school. With her new foster family. But now she's not the sweet innocent girl from Kent, Now she's the Cold blooded, Coldhearted girl in London. Everyone leaves her alone. Everyone except one Guy. Brent Daniels. Who's goal is to prove to Jessica that she's not broken just bent. But will he be able to teach Jessica how to Love again?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My Girl
  • Breathing
  • The Player and the Nobody
  • My Sentimental Girl - B.E.
  • The Angry Swan ~ Carlisle Cullen x Reader
  • Rivals Against the Law
  • If You Do...Then?
  • Best Friends Forever Right..??
  • Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy
  • Love and Lust Aren't the Same
My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines