(Libro 2 de la trilogía) "Pero me duele no gritar tu nombre en toda libertad; ante sospecha hay que callar..." Qué hacer cuando el amor de tu vida es uno prohibido; cuando descubres que la persona con quien estás solamente es atracción, deseo; que el amor se acabó....Mientras que la persona a quien amas, unió su vida a otra mujer.....Esta es la historia de Isabella y Ezequiel.....

Michael Jackson fanfiction. Evonne Summers, a novelist who comes from a hard family life, has been living in seclusion from the world in her small house on 4642 Hayvenhurt Avenue in Encino, CA. Her life takes a major turn when she runs into Michael Jackson who happens to live on the next street over. Not knowing at all who he is, only desperately longing for a friend just as Michael is, she gets to know him. Michael, being amazed that this beautiful woman has no clue who he truly is, falls in love with her and she with him. Go with them in the story as they battle what is to come for Michael: allegations, controversy, and tragedy. Time setting: 1985 to 2009

9 months after the worst weeks of her life Isabella James has a baby boy, Jack. The baby's father... Mark Young the man who raped her. To make matters worse Izzy's boyfriend, Jace, has moved to California and hasn't spoken to Izzy since. Now Izzy is left to deal with the damage that both men left her. To top it all off Izzy finds her self the center of attention of the super hot new kid, Ryder McCoy. The only problem? Ryder is Jace's cousin. Meanwhile in California Jace is having his own problems. Forced to play the part of Daddy's future tycoon Jace tries desperately to change his parent's minds about the move. Unknown to Izzy Jace thinks about her as often as she thinks about him. If only they weren't basically a whole country apart.

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

Adrienne Griffin, better known as Dri, resides and works in the small town of Warren, Michigan. Safety is something to always consider when going out and about, especially at night. When an incident leads to a decision making, Dri makes the wrong one and ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who else to find her in her time of need than the man she barely knew, barely heard about, and seen only a few nights before? Out of nothing comes more than Dri had ever hoped to find, and she's not the only one who's left breathless in the end. (Note: For nearly ten months, this story has had the same bland description. I finally rewrote it, and would just like to add this is definitely not a cliche story, so you're in for surprises.)

Nine months after Ricky died, Sophie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom she named Emma. She now shares blood with Ricky, the man who cared deeply for her. *This is a short story that comes after You Belong to Me, the sequel to Controlled.* P.S. I changed the baby's name to Emma, so it makes more sense. I'll answer any questions if you have them!