You are the sister of Juliano. You come to New York with him after he gets a role in a major film. Maya never wanted the spotlight, but suddenly she is right in the middle of it. Juliano is chasing his dream. Jaafar Jackson already lives inside that world of fame and pressure. And when their paths cross, nothing stays the same.

( ☆𝙅𝙖𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ☆) 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

One iconic role. Ten years of expectations. And one girl who sees past the makeup. As his personal stylist, Maya's job is to make Jaafar look like the King of Pop. But in the quiet moments between takes, she's the only one who knows the shy, vulnerable boy beneath the sequins. With a wedding in the works and a legacy on the line, falling for him is the most dangerous move she could make. It's just human nature, right?

Jaafar Jackson thought starring as Michael Jackson in the biggest biopic of the decade would feel like destiny fulfilled. Instead, it feels like drowning in expectations, cameras, interviews, and a version of himself the world keeps trying to own. With fame escalating faster than he can emotionally process and his relationship with his fiancée, Maddie Simpson, slowly cracking under pressure, Jaafar creates a fake Instagram account just to escape. No blue checkmark. No headlines. No "Michael's nephew." Just a nobody. That's where he meets a girl named Lune. A girl with no selfies, no thirst traps, no obvious agenda. Her page is filled with photographs of old bookstores, rainy windows, records, handwritten notes, coffee cups, moonlit streets, and fragments of poetry. Mysterious. Quiet. Real. What begins as harmless late-night conversations slowly becomes the only place Jaafar can breathe. Until anonymity stops feeling simple.

She was never supposed to fall for him. He was never supposed to let her in. Francia thought meeting Jaafar was nothing more than a coincidence. But what starts as stolen glances, late-night conversations, and undeniable chemistry quickly becomes something neither of them can walk away from. Until the messages start. Someone is watching her. Someone knows where she is. And the closer Francia gets to Jaafar, the closer the danger gets to her. He promised to protect her. But what happens when the person she needs protection from... is already closer than they think? Sometimes falling in love is the most dangerous thing you can do.

Y/N made a career out of asking difficult questions. Jaafar Jackson became dangerous the moment he started answering honestly. After being assigned to interview the cast of Michael, Y/N expects another polished Hollywood press tour filled with rehearsed answers and careful media training. Instead, she finds herself drawn to someone painfully genuine beneath all the scrutiny surrounding him. And as interviews turn into conversations, and conversations turn into something far more intimate than either of them intended, the space between public and private begins shrinking in ways neither of them know how to stop. Especially once the world starts noticing the chemistry too.

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soléne rose was once a world-renowned dancer, best known for working with musical artists beyonce and rihanna, she stepped away from the dance world due to a career-altering injury that would eventually lead her to other forms of art. years after, she's reinvented herself as a stylist and creative director with a reputation for turning fashion into storytelling. while working on the movie michael, her and jaafar form an unlikely bond. jaafar has big shoes to fill playing the role of his legendary uncle, michael jackson. he's expected to be perfect and in tip top shop to portray him. to everyone he's just a member of the infamous jackson family; he's a jackson first and a person second to soléne, he's simply jaafar

:[COMPLETED BOOK] In the spring of 2007, Iris Vale only wanted silence. Her private conservatory was a world of green light, humid air, and plants that never asked questions. Then a man in black appeared at the side door holding a grocery-store orchid and a quiet request: just to sit. Michael was softer than the world knew, heavier than he let anyone see. In the glass house he found stillness. In Iris he found something far more dangerous-someone who called him on his nonsense, poured him chamomile, and slowly became the only place that felt like home. He started calling her Vale. She started waiting for the sound of the side-door bell.. What grows between them is tender, funny, and sharp enough to cut. There are nights of soft laughter under the fig tree and mornings when he disappears without a word. There are moments she whispers into the dark, "I hate that I love you, Mr. Jackson," and means every conflicting syllable. *You Are My Lady* }}} is the story of a woman who never asked to be chosen and a man who finally learned how to stay. A slow, aching, green-lit romance about love that refuses to let go-even when it hurts.

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ what if 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 unexpectedly fell 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, just as the whole world was falling more & more in love with him? this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love story told chronologically 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, starting with one magnetic encounter after the 1984 grammys & following the two of you through everything that happens when 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ⎯⎯ every chapter contains content intended for adults only. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 & 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑. ⎯⎯ by 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 © 2024-present