confessions (book 1)

confessions (book 1)

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hello there. this book is about confessions. you can dm me confessions about anything, doesn't have to be about tv shows or movies. it can be about how you hate this school subject, which celebs you adore, what ships are amazing and which ships are just sinking, songs you love and songs you hate, literally anything ! it'll be anonymous, ofc. thanks for reading, or at least reading the description. edit : WATTPAD ONLY ALLOWS 200 PARTS SO I HAD TO END THIS BUT IM MAKING A SECOND BOOK
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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)

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