The Young Girl

The Young Girl

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Mariah Pierre... The name used to be a very known one. Girls would be jealous and hate her—not anymore. Mariah was recently broken up with by the one and only Bruno Mars. Everything was perfect... Or so she thought. It was, until the day he tells her to leave. Forever. Things have never been the same with her since. She can't sleep, think, party, talk, or eat... Okay, maybe the last was a lie. She does too much of that one. As much as she tries to find the secret behind their breakup: she can't. Until one day, the answers are revealed. Will things ever be the same? Or will she keep wondering what went wrong and why she was the Young Girl?
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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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