Unknown (Austin Mahone Story)

Unknown (Austin Mahone Story)

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Nobody know who the famous singer was. She just appeared on YouTube one night, and everyone fell in love with the young singer. Except that they don't know who this girl is and her name. Now meet the girl who everyone knows the voice to: Meet Autumn, the no name singer. She's a seventeen year old girl who lived in a foster home. She a quiet girl who still in foster care when she was five. One day the foster mom suggest she post something on YouTube, so she did. Except she didn't say her name. Now, follow her story. The life of Hollywood, and the dangers of becoming famous. And Autumn will meet someone from her past that she wasn't expecting.
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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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