He is the world's biggest star She is his manager But when the heaven calls the angel answers Behind the glittering lights of the world's biggest stage lies a fierce devotion that could alter the course of music history. Nicole knows exactly who she is: independent, unyielding, and fierce enough to survive the shark-infested waters of the music industry. As the personal manager of the superstar Michael Jackson, her job is to shield him from a world that views him more as a money machine than a human being. From tyrannical family dynamics to scheming industry executives, Nicole stands as his ironclad anchor. Trying to change HIStory before it even begins. Michael is a force of nature under the stadium lights, but behind the scenes, he is a gentle soul fighting the deeply rooted ghosts of his past. In a world full of noise, Nicole is the only one who truly hears him. His angel. Trust is built brick by brick, and after the new era begins to dawn, the rhythm between them starts to shift. A quiet warmth is blooming in the dark. For Michael, the steady beat of Nicole's heart has become the only cure for his restless mind and the catalyst for a deep, consuming emotion he is only just beginning to understand. But with rising professional rivalries, secret internal family tensions, and an encroaching shadow that threatens Nicole's own strength, the ultimate test of their loyalty is about to begin. Can an angel protect the world's greatest star when the flames of fame threaten to consume them both? Will the cost of devotion be higher than either of them ever imagined? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but is it the case this time? Michael Jackson x (fem)OC

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆. Winter Sterling is perfectly content staying invisible. Hiding behind the towering shelves of her favorite quiet libraries and a sharp, sarcastic defense mechanism, she knows how the world looks at her mismatching eyes. She is the midnight sky, quiet, guarded, and wrapped in shadows. Michael Jackson is the sun personified. Alive with music, surrounded by a roaring crowd, and carrying a warmth that can melt the coldest defenses. He is the biggest entertainer on the planet, but beneath the blinding lights of the upcoming Bad era, he is desperately searching for a place to just breathe. When a chance encounter brings the King of Pop into Winter's quiet sanctuary, two completely different worlds collide. He was looking for a place to hide. She never expected to be the one to guide him home. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍."

"You don't need a voice to speak to my soul, Starlight." To the rest of the world, Michael Jackson is a larger-than-life star clad in black leather and buckles, dominating the stage on his legendary Bad tour. To Willow, he is just a gentle, lonely soul looking for a safe place to land. Willow lives in a world of absolute silence, but when her path crosses with Michael's, their connection transcends words. Through shared notebooks, late-night conversations under the night sky, and the rhythm of the music, Michael finds a love that doesn't demand anything from him. In the deepest darkness of fame, Willow becomes his starlight. Two different worlds. One silent understanding.

Zane Woods is the NHL's hottest star-and a virgin. Not by accident. He's saving himself for the real thing. No games. No puck bunnies. Just something real. Julia Starnes is loud, wild, and impossible to ignore. The total opposite of Zane-and exactly who ends up fake-kissing him at a charity event. Now she's set on cracking his icy shell, and he's trying (and failing) to keep his walls up. But Zane's hiding more than just inexperience. A disgraced brother. A team scandal. And a past that just hit the ice under a fake name. She's the chaos he never saw coming. He's the secret she never expected. Game on. [18+ Mature Audiences Only] [Smut Warning: Starts Chapter 31 and + ]

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

Are you dead yet, or are you still thinking about it, Anorexia?" he said, as if it weren't my diagnosis, but my name. I didn't answer. That seemed unnecessary. My plan was simple: curl up into a ball, don't get in anyone's way, and wait until my body just gives up. No scenes. No screaming. Mother played her part perfectly. She shoved me into this hospital. A quick smile to the nurse, a check for the room, and she had already vanished without even looking me in the eyes. That suited me fine. Until Nate appeared. And my perfect plan for death fell apart. Loud. Impudent. Alive enough that it's physically annoying. He barges in on me as if it were his own room, strums his guitar, is rude, and craps up my walls with his terrible drawings. He says it's therapy. As far as I'm concerned, he's just vandalizing government property. I hate him. Especially for that look. He looks at me in a way... as if he were there. At the moment when I broke. It seems this arrogant idiot has decided that I must become his victory. And that scares me the most. Because the closer he gets to me, the more I want to live.

[Slow Brew Series 1 of 2] [Completed] Look, I didn't mean to embarrass myself the first time I walked into Brewing Grounds. Or the second. Or...every other time since. But something about the place-and the barista with the messy ponytail and the glasses that she pushes up her nose-makes me forget how to form actual sentences. Bea. Her name's Bea. She spelled mine wrong on my cup the first day (Ell-yot Hayul), and now I'm kind of obsessed. Not with her. With medium lattes. With her handwriting. With the little hearts she scribbles on my cups. Okay... maybe a little bit with her. The point is: I'm a walking disaster around her, and I'm pretty sure she knows it. And okay, maybe I started showing up every morning at exactly 7:30 just to see her. And maybe I've been reading up on how to flirt because I thought that might help (it hasn't). But honestly, what's the worst that could happen? I embarrass myself again? (Already done that.) Spill coffee on my tie? (Happened last week.) Accidentally fall in love with the barista who writes flirty notes on my coffee cups? Oh, wait... [1 of 2: Slow Brew Series] Dual POV | Romantic Comedy | Coffee Shop Romance | Slice of Life 18+ for suggestive dialogue, some steam (nothing too explicit) 🏆 1st Place - Pimp My Romance Awards 2025 🏆 1st Place - Pink Watty's pINKspire Awards 2025 "Best Dialogue" 🏆 The Nano Watt 2025 - Contemporary Romance Winner 🏆 Wattys 2025 Winner 🏆 Ambys 2025 Grand Favorite

Madelyn Chung is one of the best clinical psychology PhD students Harvard has ever seen--the most controversial, too. After discovering academic fraud conducted by Harvard's star faculty, Dr. Charlotte Shelby, her future career seems uncertain as whispers accuse her of being a burdensome whistleblower. With a potentially groundbreaking research project in the line, she is appointed to work with Dr. Alex Manning, Harvard's young neuroscientist and professor who revolutionized several research in his field. A life-changing opportunity for Maddie--but she must deal with the fact that Alex was one of Charlotte's past collaborators, and his career was at stake because of the scandal. Maddie has always been careful when trudging through endless hours of clinical shifts and research. But when she doesn't know if the longing stares from Alex every time he tries to make her life harder are an indication of hatred, or if they mean something else, she starts to feel unprepared. Because Maddie knows she is a falling star, and if she holds onto the fragile trust between her and Alex too tightly, she will only fall harder.

What if a cat and a dog tolerate each other? Not in peace--obviously--but in wildly dysfunctional harmony. That's Seraphina and Kai-she strikes first with chaos and claws, he retaliates with passive-aggressive sarcasm and emotional warfare. It's not a romance. It's a tactical battlefield with feelings. For as long as they can remember, Seraphina Voss and Kai Sterling have been locked in elite-level rivalry. Not the flirty kind. No---this is cold-war chaos between two rich kids raised like family (ew), trapped in the same social circles (double ew), and trained in the fine art of mutual sabotage. But when one dramatic arrest pushes their families over the edge, they're given the worst punishment imaginable: working together. In the same office. With real jobs. Corporate hell---but make it personal. To make matters worse, they've both caught feelings for other people. Desperate to escape each other and this soul-sucking job, they strike a deal: Seraphina helps Kai win his "perfect" girl. Kai plays wingman for Seraphina's dream guy. Clean. Simple. Foolproof. Until it all starts falling apart, thanks to office warfare, many "accidental" double dates, and emotionally violent wars in silence. Because somewhere between strategic humiliation and whatever emotionally compromising event just went down, they might be falling for the one person they hate the most. And it's not about who falls first. It's how they fall. ⚠️ Contains verbal combat, morally questionable pranks, dangerously slow-burning tension, and at least one chair thrown in the name of love. © Hazel Brown. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction by the author. No part may be copied, reproduced, or used without permission.

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.