Ocean Eyes :||: l.r.h

Ocean Eyes :||: l.r.h

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"I'm not sure. There's just something about his eyes." I explain, messing with my rings, my nerves settling in. "Those beautiful, peircing, ocean eyes." My best friend is listening to me closely, comforting me. "He's been, on my mind every day, and... I'm sacred. It's not fair. I've never fallen this hard for someone..." Running my fingers through my hair. "I've never fallen from quite this high..." ----------- When a star solo music artist doesn't let anyone or anything get in her way from chasing her dreams and making her music a success. Ends up falling for someone who was JUST a hookup... ----------- Started: 03/20/2021 Finished: --/--/----
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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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