(Steamy!) Book one in the 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚. Hit #57 out of 1.85 mil in romance! Excerpt: My fingers began to work faster, pushing harder, deeper. The image of us in the elevator now taking over. His hands moving all over my body, his fingers deep inside of me. I didn't care where I was or who could see me in that moment. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. I was so close. I opened my eyes to see Damien standing in his window, watching me closely. I gasped, white hot fire licking every cell of my body. I couldn't look away, my gaze locked with his as I came. I cried out, "Damien!" Even as my body slowly began to relax, my panting decreasing as my breathing returned to normal, we were still staring into one another's eyes. I was frozen. I willed my mind to look away. To move. To do anything. It wasn't until he smiled and walked away from the window that I was finally able to move. *** Genevieve Sanderson is a force to be reckoned with. A 24-year-old personal assistant by day, a sex phone operator by night. After losing her parents at the age of 16, she has fought to keep the house her parents raised her in. That house is her sanctuary and she will do everything in her power to keep it that way. Damien Vanderbrooke is arrogant, stubborn and the epitome of alpha male. He fucks and forgets. He is forced to move back to his hometown, buying the house next door to a gorgeous spitfire brunette. He can't take his eyes off her. Drunk and desperate to get her out of his mind, he mistakenly calls a phone sex line. He can't help but be drawn in by the woman's voice, her laugh, her everything. What happens when Genevieve and Damien's worlds collide in more ways than one? Can the alpha male tame the sassy girl next door? Why the fuck does she hate him so much? ⚠️This book is rated 18+. Reader discretion is advised⚠️ Trigger warning: Some readers may find content

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

[Completed] [18+] It's summer, 1979 when Michael Jackson turns 21, releases "Off the Wall," and meets his first love. ~*~*~ Nicole: You're in hotels a lot, huh? Michael: Yes. Most would pause to wonder how often is "a lot," but Michael didn't. He answered very matter-of-factly. Nicole could relate to the feeling of loneliness, being the only child of two hard-working parents. She watched his hands continue to play on the table, now reaching for the dish of sugar packets. He pulled out two, tipping them together like a tippee. Then mirrored the motion with two more. Nicole: You seem like a lonely person... I am too. She wasn't sure what propelled the words. Instantly Nicole felt the urge to apologize. Still pinching the sugar, Michael's eyes drifted up to hers, meeting for a second before looking away again. There was something about this stranger, maybe the softness in his bashful smile, that Nicole felt like she could trust. And if not, oh well, she'd never see him again anyway. Michael: Then we should be friends. We can be lonely together. ~*~*~ 🌻 This is a love story with a slow build. I promise, it's worth the wait! ⭐ Winner of the 2022 Michael Jackson FanFiction Awards for "Best Off the Wall Era FanFic" Highest Ranking: #5 in michaeljackson; #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction; #1 in kingofpop, #1 in icon, #9 in fandom 🎤Inspired by true events in the life of Michael Jackson... but largely fictional.

Valeria Ramos has been dating her boyfriend Brandon Adams for quite a while now and it's finally time for the next step; meeting the parents. Even though Brandon's mother is amazing to her, Valeria can't help but feel nervous about meeting Mr. Adams. After all, he was the father of the boy she was seeing a future with. Not sure what to think of the attention Mr. Adams is giving her, Valeria caught herself on visiting Brandon's house more and more often as she keeps telling herself her attraction towards Mr. Adams has nothing to do with it. And as she finds out the feeling is mutual, there are only two things she could do. Was she going to ignore the sexual tension that was obviously there or was she going to give up control, just for once? Because even though she knew it was wrong in so many ways, giving up control has never felt so damn good. Rankings: #1 in father #2 in older #19 in forbidden #76 in secret

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

Quintessential Dynasty Series|| Book 1|Lorenzo Santini|| 18+ -An arranged marriage mafia romance- 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚. *** Men have weaknesses, but not the NYC Camorra Capo, Lorenzo Santini. He has weapons. Blood and death lurk beneath his immaculate suits and callous eyes. I would know, after all, he's my husband. However, I've also been beneath the suits, and I reckon he's more perilous for my heart than my life. Cold. Cruel. Calculated. That's what they say about Lorenzo Santini. And he'll be damned if that changes even if it kills him. Copyrights© 2020 @averymarinoxo All rights reserved. -Due Editing- If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this work in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/averymarinoxo Thank you. ⚠️⚠️Please be advised that this story contains strong language and mature themes.⚠️⚠️

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

"Billie Jean is not my-what the fuck?!" Our bodies came crashing together like two boulders being thrown at each other. The impact knocked the breath straight out of my lungs and made me gasp. The feedback from the microphone screeched and Michael was now below me, looking up at me in confusion and frustration. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled. "I'm saving your life! Your hair spray is about to get you-!" I yelled over the music playing off the speakers. "You're not saving anything! Get the hell off of me!" He yelled, glaring at me. "No!" I yelled. He brought his hands up to my upper arms and gripped them, flipping me around and pinned me to the ground. "Someone come get her!" He yelled. "Hey! You get off him! Security!" Somebody yelled in the distance. I looked over his shoulder and gasped. "Shit..." I murmured, my eyes going wide. _____ Ialiyah Primrose Summerfield is a young African American woman living a normal life and working a normal job. Her life is mundane, a student by day, dishwasher by evening and a burned out girl late at night. One day she decided to go to a record shop to purchase a Michael Jackson Vinyl. She blinked at the cover art and Michael blinked back. That wasn't normal. And neither was her life beginning at this exact same moment. #3 in surreal! 11/24/25 #4 in dreamy! 11/25/25 #3 in dreamy! 12/4/24 #26 in comedy-romance! 11/25/25 #4 in mjfan! 11/28/25 #2 in Michael Jackson! 11/28/25 #1 in alternate universe! 12/4/25 #1 in Michael Jackson! 12/8/25

one-night stand: 1. informal a sexual relationship lasting only one night. • Michael Jackson is a nice & sweet man, right? I guess you could say that if you define nice & sweet as fucking one girl & moving on to the next without giving a lovely fuck about how they feel. Skylar Wright was just getting out of an 8-year relationship when she met Michael. Feeling depressed, she decided to try to get rid of the pain by having a one-night stand. The result ended up changing their lives forever.

This is the very first fanfiction I ever wrote and I started it in 2011. You'll probably notice my writing style was a tad different because this was my first fanfiction. This story is 200 chapters..yes lol..200 chapters and I promise you've never witnessed drama until you've witnessed Jazmyne and Michael drama. I hope you take another chance with me and read because I won't be writing a summary. I just hope you have enough faith in me to just read the story and try to get into it. I honestly think you'll enjoy it :) In advance, thank you all for reading. I love and appreciate you all. xx