A world of fame, control, and carefully crafted perfection hides two minds quietly unraveling behind the spotlight. Celeste Saint Clair is a supermodel born into beauty and shaped by pressure, where every smile is performance and every success comes at a cost she never agreed to pay. Trapped between an image-obsessed industry and a controlling family, she survives a life that looks golden from the outside but feels suffocating within. On the other side of fame, Michael Jackson lives inside a world of brilliance and isolation, where music is both escape and burden. Haunted by recurring dreams of a woman he has never met, his reality begins to blur as creativity, memory, and obsession slowly intertwine. When their worlds begin to inch closer through the machinery of fame : magazines, events, and the entertainment industry, something impossible starts to take shape. Recognition before meeting. Connection before touch. Memory before reality. In a world where everyone is seen, but few are truly known, the line between destiny and illusion begins to disappear.

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗢𝗿 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀; 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 Real Life x Social Media [rudypankowxfem!oc] Cover by me!

book 4 of 4 bianca prescott hoped graduating high school meant her only worry would be packing for college and surviving debutante season. her new life was set to be clear skies and smooth sailing but beneath the surface, the sharks were circling and soon enough, bianca finds herself tangled in the same web of murder, mystery and treasure hunting all over again. secrets, like bodies, never truly stayed buried, rumours had a way of sailing the seven seas, and loyalty? that was just another word for leverage. because on this island, it's not the strong who survive- it's the ones who know how to play dirty. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 3 of 4 have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for. let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murdering anyone. sure, she wished it once or twice. okay, total lie, it was definitely more than that. so yeah, maybe she never wanted anyone to die that day on the boat but make no mistake, she is a killer. a murderer, no matter how beloved. there comes a time where no costume can conceal what you don't want to see. sooner or later, the clothes come off, the makeup washes away and the real you emerges. your secrets, your sins, your truths, your lies and bianca was concealing the worst of them all. the world may be a stage, but in the outer banks, the play doesn't matter. it's all in the execution. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 2 of 4 on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's. but bianca had a hit list. just... not exactly the murder kind. after her best friend, sarah cameron drowned at sea, punished for her utter infatuation with the wrongly accused murderer, fugitive and ring-leader of the pogues, she knew she had to ruin them all. one by one. because bianca prescott was a vengeful, vindictive bitch and revenge was sweet, but inflicting it was even sweeter. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 1 of 4 ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but every fairytale had an ending and soon enough when the clock struck twelve, bianca would come to realise that her carriage was a rotten, fungus infested pumpkin, that her dress would wilt away to torn, mud-speckled rags and when she kissed her prince charming, he would turn into a fat, ugly, wart-ridden toad. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21

Some people spend their whole lives searching for the right person. Michael and Y/N spend theirs searching everywhere except where they should have looked first. They've been best friends since childhood. They've shared dreams, heartbreaks, and every version of each other long before fame changed everything. Maybe soulmates don't always meet as strangers. Maybe... they grow up together. DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. Real people and historical events may be referenced, but all fictional relationships, dialogue, and private interactions are products of the author's imagination. Contains mature themes, strong language, implied sexual content between consenting adults, and references to prescription drug use.