Some girls are soft sunshine. Madeleine Cross was moonlight. Beautiful in a way that made people stare too long. Untouchable in a way that made people want to try anyway. Behind her sharp tongue, glamorous life, and haunting blue eyes is a girl still trying to survive the kind of childhood that leaves scars no one can see. Hollywood taught her how to become desired. Loneliness taught her how to become dangerous. Then she meets someone who sees through every carefully built wall. And for the first time in her life, Madeleine has to decide whether love is worth the risk of being destroyed by it.

Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

(I DO NOT OWN Z NATION OR THEIR CHARACTERS) Three years.Its been three years since this world has become infested with creatures that feed on human flesh,Zombies.Its been three years since man-kind has become extinct,there's nothing left for me. Meet Sarah Gilbert,she's used to feeling alone,abandoned.No one to talk to but the zombies,if you can even count them as people.But what happens when a group of survivors comes by and meets her?Will she find something or someone to fill that empty void she has?Will she find love or just heartbreak in the apocalypse?

EDITING PROGRESS. When the troubled daughter of a well-known gang leader is finally thrust into the world she knows so little about she finds herself in a whole heap of trouble. Trouble going for 0 to 100 in around 10 seconds where she is concerned. With all the trouble she finds herself in her father only has two choices left for her, lock her up and keep her away from everyone and everything until he can fight no more, or send her away, as far away as possible with his most trusted member. Keeping her safe from other people is just the beginning... #1 'Styles' tag 07th February 2019

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

DISCONTINUED [Daryl Dixon x Reader] {I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS AND SOME DIALOG} Daryl Dixon falls in love for the first time in his life after the world ends. He'll go to the ends of the earth to make sure she's safe. He's shy at first, sometimes harsh but that's only because he doesn't know what's going on he's never had these types of feelings before.

"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

Fame changed everything around Michael Jackson. The music. The pressure. The way the world looked at him. But somehow, the way he looked at her never did. 1987 || BAD ERA

Detective Rachel Leia Dawson is already living a life going from one battle to the next when the world she knows is taken over by the walking dead. She will stop at nothing to protect her nine-month-old daughter, Mya, from the dangers of the new world. Her husband, Thomas, is with her, but he is a danger all on his own. When her family of three are eventually found by a man claiming he can offer them asylum, Rachel thinks she can finally give her child a safe place to grow up. Time passes, and the battles of Rachel's life continue behind closed doors, hidden bruises and forced smiles. In her own home or outside the walls, nowhere is safe. Until one day, when a new group of survivors show up at the gates of the community, and one redneck loner figures out that not all is as it seems when it comes to the so-called 'perfect' Dawson household. Will Rachel finally find the courage to tell the truth and escape, or will she keep up the lie until it's too late?

Book One : "We belong together. You and me." * "You're my ride or die, asshole. I go wherever you go." - Cover done by: Obsesseddx Season 1 Season 2 Season 3