Limelight parts 1,2, will all be included in this book. Part 3 will be separate. All her life Delilah Smith, soon known as Sapphire, yearned to be one of the greatest among her idols. It wasn't until the summer of 1976, when her fantasy would come reality despite all the havoc she faced getting there. Yet when havoc follows her in the glory of her love life, family, and career. Will she be able to keep rising in the Limelight? The official winner of the MJFA 70's genre, 2019. Winner of the MJBFA Best Cast & Best Story Aesthetic 2020.

MICHAEL JACKSON never searched for love; at 24, he found enough intimacy and beauty in his craft. The one thing that satisfied him when nothing else could. But what his craft demanded sated him sometimes, and an outlet became necessary when the fine line between art and work blurred. So his disguised and unauthorized trips to Phonograph, when he found the time, became a much-needed release that he cherished greatly. The woman who stood behind the counter most days of the week had his attention instantly. His eyes lingered prudently from beneath the Ray-Bans with silent admiration. But there was no more room for shy regard when she finally approached him, completely unsuspecting until he said all the wrong things and gave himself away. But not only was she absolutely breathtaking--she was casual about his presence, almost unimpressed by his status. She let him exist in this rare state of peace. And that made her all the more remarkable; he had to take the chance before it passed. And soon, he looked forward to Sundays, from their deep conversations about anything to the way she made his heart beat against his chest with just a look. Romance no longer burdened him; surrendering his heart didn't scare him; he welcomed love and let it coexist with his gift. Because she made him realize it was possible. A Michael Jackson story. © All Rights Reserved 18+ Started: March 14, 2023 Finished: tbd.. Work #3 Thriller era Takes place in Los Angeles, CA 1983-2001 Cover made by me via PicsArt Highest Ranking: - #1 in #ThrillerEra - #1 in #InvincibleEra - #6 in #KingOfPop - #9 in Michael - #2 in #BlackCharacters - #11 in #MJJ - #17 in #BadEra - #55 in #BlackCharacters - #1 in #MJFanFiction - #61 in #MichaelJackson - #61 in #MichaelJJackson - #2 in #HistoryEra

Book one •Inner demons "Once he gives you that look...its over." Hayden Cephus is a young girl who's life was a fantasy. That is until she met Michael. She finds herself in a situation--she cant escape from. He's sweet. He's crazy. He's wicked. "You can't escape from me." Warning: Violence, sexual content & language (bad era) Wick•ed /'wikid/ (adj) - evil or morally wrong

It's been five years since Dawnette and Michael last seen each other in 1986. The last time they were together, it ended on a bad note leaving a poor Dawnette heartbroken and Michael engaged to a woman she never knew about. After having her son, Kyan a few months later, she decided to pursue her career as a songwriter and producer. Haven't writing any hits for anyone yet, she works and helps alongside with close friend Teddy Riley who has written and produced for numerous of artists. But, all of that will change when an unexpected phone call from someone is made to Teddy to help write and produce their next album. Teddy wants Dawnette to help write and produce most of the songs, but what she doesn't know is who she will be writing and producing for and... running back into. Modern technology is being used in this story. Copyright: April 27, 2015©️

"𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦." 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘫. 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: December 19th, 2023 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: January 27th, 2024

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

Yes, she killed them. No, she's not sorry.

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She was just trying to keep her life simple. wake up, go to work, and come home to peace and quiet in her little house on the corner. But peace packed its bags the moment he pulled up next door, dragging in loud music, leather jackets, and the growl of a motorcycle that shook the street. She hadn't even seen his face yet, but she felt him. Heard the sound of his boxes hitting the porch, the low rumble of his voice through the walls, the crackle of something new in the air. So she dusted off her old diary, something she hadn't touched since she was a girl, and started writing again just to make sense of the storm settling in next door. But when she finally laid eyes on him? Whew. Tall, lean, and fine enough to make a woman forget her prayers. He had trouble written all over him, Sultry eyes, long nights, the kind of eyes that undressed her from his porch without saying a single word. And when their eyes locked for the first time? It was like the South stood still. She knew better than to fall for a man like that. He wasn't her type. He wasn't her plan. But something about him pulled at her like heat off the pavement in July-slow, rising, and impossible to ignore. Now every glance is a dare. Every night, a temptation. And that old diary? It's filling up faster than she can stop her heart from racing. Because sometimes love don't come in a perfect package. Sometimes, it moves in next door with a loud bike and a past nobody wants to talk about. And sometimes? It sees you before you even know you've been seen.

"Fuck that new girl that you like so bad. She's not crazy like me, I bet you like that. I said fuck that new girl that's been in your bed. And when you're in her I know I'm in your head. I'm just saying you can do better. Always turned you out every time we were together. Once you had the best boy, you can't do better. Baby I'm the best so you can't do better."