💋 "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" His voice is low, teasing, but there's something deeper in his eyes-something that makes my breath hitch. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?" I whisper. He steps closer, fingertips barely brushing against mine. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵... 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰." ✨🌃

"𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐄́ 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑" is a French phrase that, when translated to English, reads as: "𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘" Riding high off of his championship win in his rookie season, Earvin "Magic" Johnson received waves of fame and attention from townies and celebrities alike. Following close behind him in the National Basketball Association was his long-time friend, Isiah Thomas, the freshly drafted starting point guard for the Detroit Pistons. With a nickname like "Magic," it was obvious from the get-go that Earvin was made for his level of stardom, having the looks, the abilities, and the attitude for the job. Meanwhile, his 6'1" Chicago-born friend was not nearly as adapted to the limelight and wasn't being received as greatly as he should have because he played for a team with such a poor legacy; barely a legacy at all. Through his basketball, Magic was spotted by the star-studded Jackson family and invited along on tour with them during the basketball offseason. He agreed to go and asked to bring a plus one with him. Rather than choosing his college sweetheart, Cookie, he brings his best buddy Isiah along with him. From that point forward, a connection between the Jacksons, Johnson, and Thomas was created. But it wouldn't be until nearly a decade later that the real story between them all, truly began. In February of 1986, a nearly 20-year-old Janet Jackson released her "coming of age" album by the name of "Control" and began to separate herself from her family and become her own person within the music industry. Branching out of the 80s and into the 90s, she acquired her own star status and reconnected with her athletic family friends - on different levels than ever before. [ this book was inspired by @damitasbaby's "𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗" one-shot series ] STARTED - MARCH 18, 2022 FINISHED -

Armani Yvonne Smith was born for the spotlight. From a Motown child star to a solo sensation, she's spent her life under the industry's microscope-crafted, controlled, and consumed by fame. To the world, she's untouchable: bold, confident, and effortlessly glamorous. But behind the music, Armani is a mess. Battling her own mind, she craves something real bad, something stable-something she's never had. Then when she reconnects with an old friend, every thing else is history. Michael is unlike anyone Armani has ever known-brilliant yet naive, guarded yet giving. In him, she finds a love that feels both impossible and inevitable. But Armani knows herself too well. She's reckless. She's petty. Self-destructive. She breaks things before they can break her. And she's terrified that loving Michael will mean hurting him in the process. As the pressure of her own mind collides with the weight of a relationship, Armani is left with a choice: run from love like she always has-or finally face the herself. 1994 I caressed his body as he shakes with fear. "Remember what you told me when we first made love?" Silence. "Hmm, can you take five inches?" I ask him. "What about six?" He grunts as I go deeper. I laugh, watching him squirm. "Seven...Eight...Nine?" He doesn't respond. "Remember what you said to me." I mutter, as I pull the knife from his thigh. "Take all of it."

michael jackson imagines. some are pg some are not, if you cannot handle mature content don't read 🫦. suggestions are welcomed with open arms

𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 ╱ 天使. ❝ baby, best believe in the 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 that lies below you ❞ ━━━━━━━━ michael x black!oc fanfic. set during the 80s & 90s. © ENKYOI- 2022! all rights reserved. ━━━━━━━━

|ᴜʀʙᴀɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ| "Secrets?" I inquired confusedly. "I don't have any secrets..." He brought both brows to a raise, sending the message that he wasn't buying it. "That's not true. Everyone has secrets." He insisted. "That's your only form of protection sometimes. That's also why you're here. To protect mine." ~~~ Destiny Sinclair, the aspiring Journalist, did not expect to be taken by the Mob boss, but meddling about the business of an organized crime enterprise for the sake of her big story was what brought her there. She knew too much, and his secrets had to be kept. Ma·fi·a /ˈmäfēə/ an organized international body of criminals, operating originally in Sicily and now especially in Italy and the US and having a complex and ruthless behavioral code. (COVER DESIGNED BY ME) (PHOTOS IN STORY EDITED BY ME) *Please be advised that some content may be upsetting to some readers.*

"𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦" Sy'rai Morgan and Michael Jackson unknowingly share a mystifying bond. The linkage between the two began eons ago in the Zalfari Kingdom. An endless love destined to be so great yet doomed from the start in every lifetime. When the pair meet again in a new existence, one marginally similar to their first, Michael and Sy'rai find themselves uncovering the hidden history they share and fighting to end the perpetual cycle that was their star-crossed love. "𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥." 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: August 29th, 2022 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐓𝐁𝐃

Ophelia Graham is a young college student. Her day starts out not so great until she meets Darryl on the bus. A young man who works hard, is kind, and loves to help others. He's her bus buddy. Or maybe something more?

She looked me deep in the eyes She's touchin' me so to start She says, "There's no turnin' back." She trapped me in her heart... He was blinded by her beauty...In love with her since their days in New York...She was in his every fiber but to her he was just her best friend's kid brother.... But to him she was his everything...A goddess...A beauty that he just had to have no matter what it cost him or her..... Get ready to learn the exciting and twisted tale of Dirty Diana where falling in love was never part of the plan especially with a younger man.... Copyright © 2019 by ScorpionMisfit27 This is an original story. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. I have the right to report anyone who copies my work.