The Message Left Delivered

The Message Left Delivered

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Maddy Paladino was just a normal teenage girl but madly in love with this famous guy she found on musica.ly Madly obessed with him, she starts watching all of his YouTube videos, following him on Instagram, Added him on Snapchat, and following him on Twitter She loved seeing him He was amazing Perfect. Until one day she finally got the guts to message him She writes down the number from his snapchat and messages him hoping for a reply soon And she got one right away! Maddy and him texted all night that night and she was so happy to finally talk to him He was just as nice as he was perfect She would sneak her phone in class to text him and he would do the same It was obvious she was in love A few times she even travelled to California to see him They became really close friends One day she opened her phone to text him And the message she got was unbelievable.....
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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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