Fallen Star

Fallen Star

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When he was above all of the world below him, he had people crying for his name on their shirt. Fame chased him instead of him climbing the charts, he made the difference in every tour he went to. In all this passion for music he had, there was a small enclosure of his heart that lacked a bit of something 'special' Even after having the world on his feet, he desired something that even the most poets would write about. He was on pursuit to find the fillers of that empty enclosure, even if it meant his fall from the world of fame. Leo Jackson had so much to see and some to unsee, but what mattered most is that he found someone else to carry on when he's off the charts forever.
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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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