About A Girl . . .

About A Girl . . .

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Having been confined to the four walls of her house for eighteen years, Arianna has never had the chance to be a normal teenager - go to school, go to parties, shop, or even have a conversation with people she didn't live with. Instead, she's remained indoors for her entire life, completely unaware, that her backdoor leads to the enigmatic outside world. Finally, curiosity kicks in and she leaves the life she's known and the friends she's grown up with, to finally live life, for the first time. She gets to encounter different adventures and even experience some romance. Meanwhile, her 'mom' back at home, isn't about to sit back and let Arianna escape from her prison, so goes out searching for her. On these epic journeys, lies are uncovered, and secrets, revealed. The question remains: What lies in store for Arianna?
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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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