Isla Mariner's new podcast was never supposed to be personal-until a player from the basketball team decided to listen.

Sabrynna Carter transferred to UConn in her senior year, expecting nothing more than a quiet reset and a stronger finish to her academic life. Back in Wisconsin, she was known for two things: her razor-sharp mind and her precision in architecture-plans clean enough to feel like art, structures so intentional they almost looked alive. Outside the drafting table, she was just as composed on the cheer squad, carrying the same discipline and control into every routine. Even in a new environment like UConn, she didn't plan on changing that. But then she met her. Paige Bueckers-Paige Bueckers. The unguardable guard of women's basketball. A campus legend, and arguably one of the most talked-about names in the entire country. Tall, effortlessly poised, blonde hair always slightly undone like she never needed to try, blue eyes that somehow felt both warm and impossible to read. An engineering student with a mind just as sharp as her game, and a presence that made every room feel a little smaller the moment she walked in. What was supposed to be an ordinary classroom-just lectures, notes, and silent focus-quickly turned into something else entirely. A battlefield. Two of the best in their own worlds, forced into the same space, neither willing to yield, neither used to being second-best. Every glance felt like strategy. Every interaction, a challenge. And somewhere between equations, architecture sketches, and stolen looks across the room, something neither of them planned for began to take shape. Because when two prodigies finally collide, it's never just a meeting. It's the beginning of something inevitable.

For Paige and Shiloh, hatred is simply a matter of routine. Ever since they met, their connection has been defined by toxic rivalry-a relentless cycle of snipes and explosive catfights over every inconsequential detail. But beneath this fierce, public animosity lies a dangerous truth: in the chaos of their fighting, they've fallen for each other. While Paige struggles to reconcile their emotional intimacy with their public warfare, Shiloh remains the impenetrable wall, fiercely denying the mutual attraction. She knows she feels it, but uses her denial as a weapon, ensuring their secret exchanges are constantly shadowed by resentment and emotional cruelty. Now, trapped in a volatile relationship where their love and hatred are indistinguishable, they must confront how long they can sustain this destructive, forbidden bond before their pretense collapses and destroys them both.

Adelaide de Courcy has always belonged to a world that was decided for her long before she was born. It was one built on legacy, expectation, and quiet obedience. Every step she takes is measured, every choice already written. Even love, it seems, is no exception. Then there's Paige Bueckers who's effortless, magnetic, and entirely her own. With her, things feel unscripted. Dangerous in a way Adelaide has never allowed herself to be. What begins as something fleeting turns into something neither of them can quite define. It was something soft, consuming, and impossible to ignore. But in a world where the past lingers and the future is already promised, love doesn't come without consequence. Because some people don't just leave. They stay etched into you, lingering in the quiet, in the spaces you thought you'd healed. Like a tattoo kiss that never quite fades.

❝ YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE ❞ ❝ I'VE HEARD THAT BEFORE ❞ : ̗̀➛ IN WHICH, Marianne Love desires to be known around the world, and Michael Jackson can help her get there. May 21st, 2026 - june 25th, 2026 @-wonderiand 2026

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

Paige Bueckers is the star of UCONN's Women's Basketball team, but even an athlete of her status has to blow off steam somehow... On a very different part of the campus is UCONN journalism student Jovie Evans, who is not an athlete at all. In fact, she couldn't care less about sports. When the two meet in a bar and agree that they could use the outlet of each other sparks fly, but being an athlete with a secret isn't easy and being stuck with Paige Bueckers is even harder. This is a romance/mature story. *There is no coming out plot line to this story because I think queer spaces should be for queer people existing and not solely defined by justifying their existence. * Paige Bueckers is used as inspiration for her character here purely in likeness and stature as a basketball player, everything else about her is made up and imagined for this story, it is in no shape or form a reflection of her behaviour or beliefs. Some other teammates are mentioned by name but used solely for their names and nothing else.

After a one night stand, a normal everyday woman finds out that she's pregnant with the King of Pops baby. Choosing to keep it a secret, she raises the child as a single parent... but just when she thinks everything is going fine an old friend pops back into her life, risking the safe haven that she had built for her son, and potentially taking both of them out of the only life they know. Will old wounds heal, and can they forgive past mistakes? And how will Michael cope with sudden Fatherhood to a child he never even knew he had? Highest rankings #1 in MichaelJackson ⭐️ #1 in KOP ⭐️ #2 in Moonwalker ⭐️

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.