Trash The Impossible

Trash The Impossible

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Tristan + Ashley = Trash Call us cheesy, call me a brat, call him lucky, call me a winner; one thing is certain we were meant for each other. Tristan, the only one who could make me get out of bed early on a Sunday and miss breakfast. The one who made me fall in love with the pop music that he enjoyed. His passion was music and his dream came true when he joined a band; a pretty cool one. I was proud of him. Life seemed complete. The future seemed bright. I was so caught up in his world, that I strayed from my life. I did not see the signs, I ignored all pointers to our fate. He was vulnerable and fame was his bait. * Read on if you are interested, :) :)*
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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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