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He's Music To My Ears~

He's Music To My Ears~

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
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Um hi I had other accounts before this one with stories that I did not finish and I kinda wanna throat punch myself for that cause they could have been good stories maybe idk. Enough about that. Loraline was a singer and piano player in her school band and also played by herself writing songs in her room and singing to herself doing homework or chores around the house. Her parents thought her voice was beautiful and couldn't wait until he found the perfect person to sing with her and love her like her parents did for each other. That's all I got for a description rn I'm sorry
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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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