The Dolls Take Over... (pt 2)

The Dolls Take Over... (pt 2)

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*Same description of book 1. If you haven't read it, read it otherwise you won't get this story* Let the murders begin (and I actually mean it this time) Remember this is all Rylie. All Riley. No chapters of perspectives of Cat it is just Riley. Don't forget that because it is important imformation. Enjoy the story! Oh and remember Jade is dead. As a writer I shouldn't been saying this but I was glad to get rid of her. I hated the fact that she likes rock music. Did I mention that Jade's favourite song was cheerleader? I didn't mean the song by OMI, there really was a rock song called cheerleader and it is bad. Ask @-pjm- if you don't believe me. No one ever does... *sighs and walks off into darkness and cries into pillow*
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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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