𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - Famous popstar, Kalea 'Lea' Nani Adesina finally decides to lose the bubblegum pop image and become a sex figure, all while becoming a young adult and meeting the love of her life. or... 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - Famous rapper, Marshall 'Eminem' Mathers usually disses a bunch of pop artists, but then he meets one that's different, catching his eye and his heart.

Nicolette Ashford is America's sweetheart. Red carpet royalty. Raised to survive headlines without blinking. Until her fiancé knocks up the housekeeper and the story breaks before she even gets out from underneath him. She doesn't break down. She gets dressed. She disappears into a party she shouldn't be at and ends the night in Eminem's hotel room. It's reckless, loud and exactly what she needs. Until it turns into something she can't undo. She gets pregnant. She tracks him down and tells him, out of guilt, not need. Now Marshall knows. His manager knows. And the rest of the world? Still in the dark. For now. But secrets this loud don't stay quiet and Marshall's not the type to play it cool. What started as a one night stand spirals into full blown emotional warfare with a custody battle on the horizon and a baby neither of them expected to fight this hard for. They're not a couple, they're opposite, hell they're barely allies. But the damage is done, and when Letty can no longer hide the pregnancy from the vultures of the media world, the shit hits the fan, the fallout's enevitable. It's not a love story. It's a scandal with a spine and they're both too stubborn to quit. - Who's Your Daddy? is a gritty, emotionally sharp opposites-attract story about fame, fallout, and the one man who refuses to let her run. Set in 2004 at the peak of Eminem's reign, it's a raw, darkly funny deep dive into accidental parenthood, emotional warfare, and the kind of love that ruins you before it saves you.

❝ Nobody puts Baby in the corner, 'cause that baby gets mad it gets to throwin' a tantrum, she'll fuckin' flip on ya ❞ Everybody thought she had left for good And nobody blamed her Her brother got shot She was grieving But that didn't mean they didn't want her back And now she was back, chin up, cap low and his chain dangling around her neck Her fans were ecstatic Cause their queen returned And she was standing right beside her king

Renee Marcs has spent years building her name in Detroit's underground fashion scene a designer with attitude, edge, and a vision sharp enough to cut through the noise. When a last-minute call pulls her backstage at a national award show, she has no idea her life's about to shift. One of Eminem's designer outfits has been ruined minutes before he's due to perform. The team is in chaos. The rapper himself is fuming. And Renee? She's the only one bold enough to step in and fix it. That single encounter a needle, a thread, and a spark turns into something neither of them expected. Soon she's hired as his creative director, shaping his look, his videos, and the image that defines an era. But as their connection deepens, so does the tension. Behind the platinum albums and flashing cameras lie jealousy, fame, betrayal, and bruises no camera ever catches. Their love becomes both muse and madness - passionate, toxic, and unforgettable. Renee learns that being close to a legend means walking the line between devotion and destruction. Because in Detroit, love isn't soft. It's loud. It's real. And sometimes, it hurts. Some stories aren't about fairy-tale endings - they're about surviving the fire together THERE WILL BE SMUT

When country music's bad ass is preforming and sees someone in the crowd in a difficult situation what happens? When a small town southern girl is forced to go to a brantley Gilbert concert by her best Guy friend she realizes the nights gonna take a turn. - still being wrote so don't get turned away by the fact there's not that many chapters-

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 im so sick of this same old love that shit, it tears me up im so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough - selena gomez

She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.

A normal FaceTime with your best friend can change into something new, when another person gets involved more and more. And if your best friend is the JP"ROOK"Cappelletty aka the Drummer from Colson Baker aka MGK, your life is far from quiet times and silence.

He was just looking for someone good at their job. Making sure he didn't lose everything he had busted his ass to build. What he wasn't expecting was to gain something else in the process.