In 1987, Brandi Marciano turned 22, dropped out of college and went to work for the man who would ultimately become the biggest name in Wall Street anyone had ever heard. Brandi knew Jordan Belfort from the beginning to the end, but will she crack under the pressure when the FBI and Jordan's lies start closing in on their firm? And will Jordan face the truth about his illegal activity and everything else he'd been hiding from? Disclaimer: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES This is a fanfiction based off of the movie The Wolf of Wall Street. My writing occasionally takes excerpts and elements from the main story, so take note that I am not attempting to plagiarize the script. [All rights reserved to Martin Scorsese and Jordan Belfort, Copyright 2013]

"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.

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

-Capa feita pela @-ST4RSHPING -Irei traduzir histórias feitas por outras pessoas, dando o reconhecimento merecido por elas, claro. -Se vocês por acaso verem um erro de português podem escrever um comentário me avisando para os erros não se repetirem. -Fonte usada nos nomes dos capítulos: espaço mono(fontsforintagram.com) -pedidos fechados. -Começada em 29/01/2021. -Terminada em ... (Se caso eu precise me ausentar do livro por algum motivo, eu irei avisar que eu irei me afastar, prometo não sumir por vários dias sem dar notícias. Bom, é isso e obrigada por ler.)

there are flowers in my heart, there growing thorns and it hurts a fanfic by scrqwny  ╲  𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

PEDIDOS FECHADOS!! se você ver alguma dessas obras fora daqui por favor me avise, elas são de minha autoria!

E se você tivesse a chance de tornar todos os seus sonhos de infância em realidade, fugindo para um mundo mágico, onde não existem regras e leis, apenas criaturas fantásticas e magia ? Foi isso o que aconteceu com a adorável e tão sonhadora protagonista desta história. Graças às centenas de contos lidos pelos seus pais adotivos durante sua infância, Josie passava horas do seu dia se imaginando em aventuras pelo mundo todo e em lugares mágicos, como a Terra do Nunca, conhecida por ser o lar do Peter Pan e seus meninos perdidos. Josie cresceu, mas ela nunca deixou de acreditar na magia. Ela só não esperava que no final seus sonhos se tornariam realidade, entrando em uma jornada pela Terra do Nunca repleta de aventuras, na busca de descobrir a verdade sobre o seu passado e de viver seu " felizes para sempre " ao lado de Peter Pan. COVER BY @scoopsink

Jehane é jornalista, mas a sua profissão dos sonhos se transforma em pesadelo quando, para ganhar o necessário para manter seu pai no hospital, ela precisa escrever mentiras sobre vários famosos. Um desses famosos é Timothée Chalamet, e, para lidar com a culpa, Jehane começa a enviar e-mails para ele, com matérias que realmente gostaria de escrever. Ela só não esperava que a teia de mentiras na qual se envolveu pudesse ser tão complicada. Início: 18/10/2021 Final: 26/02/2022 Capa by @amsamora

┆ ❲𝒰𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❳ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ 𓏲 𝘇𝗭𝘇...𖦆 ִ🎞 ۫ 𐑺 ֗ ִ ˖ onde eu e a Lana traduzimos e escrevemos imagines sobre o Timothée Chalamet! ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝟭𝟱/𝟬𝟭/𝟮𝟮 ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒! ━━━━━━━━ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦: in progress