Love Vs. Sin

Love Vs. Sin

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A love story gone wrong. Murder came soon after. Why must one be stoned or lashed for who they love? When did a lack of human compassion become a normal tradition. Being 15 and on trial was something not expected from many. The most gruesome case known to man. Yet whom is to blame? When did murder become okay? Never? Okay then why is it now called hunting? And if it was a little kid was it a slap on the wrist or a lash. I've done what i believed in and no one else finds it okay. I stood strong., yet i'm live to the world to vote and decide upon a crime some say i'm innocent of.... an i have yet to learn why my case being compared to Cynthia Sawyer. She's 17 and i'm not well was. Do Not steal my original story! This story is genus so if you do copycat you will instantly be reported.
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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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