electric strings [Gracie Abrams × OC]
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  • Reads 17,287
  • Votes 841
  • Parts 29
  • Time 4h 6m
Complete, First published Dec 23, 2024
Rex, a rockstar too motivated by the idea of "live fast, die young" meets the woman who was gonna challenge all her flawed ideologies 

OR

Gracie Abrams, the rising pop star, finds out what Taylor Swift meant when she said "I knew you were trouble when you walked in"





TW: swearing, alcohol, substance abuse, addiction, death, abusive relationships.
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My Girl

64 parts Complete Mature

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. © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)