Sing your life...

Sing your life...

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, ene 26, 2016
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"Sing your life" est un recueil de chansons écrites par moi-même... Celle-ci ont été écrite à partir de septembre 2014... Les thèmes abordés sont assez différents... Vous trouverez des chansons de persévérance, de solitude, de tristesse... Elles sont toutes écrites selon mes sentiments, selon ma vision d'idéal... Elles ont toutes une histoire différente, mais pour au final parler d'un seul roman que je pourrais appeler ma vie... J'espère qu'a travers ces quelques compositions vous arriverez à comprendre qui je suis... En vous souhaitant une très bonne lecture! #Coraly
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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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