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

☆ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙 𝕄𝕁𝔽𝔸𝕤 𝕎𝕀ℕℕ𝔼ℝ ☆ 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘐 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The decade of decadence is meeting its end quicker than Claudia Fox can imagine. After a tumultuous childhood and dangerous upbringing in the clubs of Los Angeles, she has mastered her artistic craft, having cemented herself in the history of rock music as 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚. But when the delirium of stardom leaves her no place to hide the truth, she continuously falls to substances, and refuels the maniacal stage persona that critics once adored. After years of being withdrawn from the big stage due to unhealthy sobriety, Claudia has uncovered new grounds of the human psyche: complete and utter hysteria. Unable to stay afloat in the painful estrangement, Columbia Records and her troubled producer send the superstar on the most perilous journey of her life. A journey that will result in her biggest album yet. But for Michael Jackson, that journey has already started. As ferocious tabloids continue to rip at his seams, the pop phenomenon embarks on a two-year-long trip around the world to promote his long-awaited album. Michael's own struggle with severe anxiety and loneliness prove to hinder his belonging in this world, and his monstrous estate is not making matters any better. Nevertheless, it is the very schemes that his manager pulls together that allows the stars to align for these two disturbed entertainers. Love and fame both come at a great cost. No matter how painful it can be. ☆...

For the last four years, Sophie has been a loyal assistant to the famous Harry Styles. The relationship is strictly professional, up until they are forced to share a hotel room on tour and Sophie wakes up in Harry's arms. #1 in #love 23/4/23 #1 in #fanfiction 12/4/23 #1 in #harrystyles 25/1/21 #1 in #onedirection 1/11/20 #1 in #niallhoran 9/10/20 #1 in #liampayne 30/10/20 #1 in #louistomlinson 19/12/20 #1 in #harryedwardstyles 31/10/20 #1 in #concert 22/11/20

"Y aunque el tiempo no lo quiera de esa manera, y la distancia lo acompaña, quiero que sepas que fui tuyo, soy y siempre lo seré -H" Toda fan de Harry Styles se imagina el momento ideal de conocerlo, ya sea conectando miradas en uno de sus conciertos, un mensaje por alguna red social, o simplemente coincidir con él en un día ordinario en medio de la calle. Lena May jamás había pensado en que sería posible conocer al hombre que le quita el sueño y que hace que su corazón palpite a más no poder con cada canción, mucho menos salvar su vida una helada noche de San Valentín. #1 en 1d (de 1.51k historias) - 25/10/20 - 12/02/21 #1 en onedirection (de 1.51k historias) - 04/03/21 #1 en fama (de 1.48k historias) - 11/05/21 #1 en harries (de 386 historias) - 20/07/21 #1 en fangirl (de 1.35k historias) - 20/07/21 #1 en celebridad (de 163 historias) - 20/07/21 #3 en harry (de 1.6k historias) - 13/06/21 #4 en styles (de 1.58k historias) - 24/08/21 #35 en romántico (de 1.64k historias) - 03/04/22

Samara Blair-Nelson tells her side of the story to her daughter Alura. She tell stories of the love she has shared with Prince up until her passing in February of 2016

No matter the circumstance, Harry and Hailey always seem to find a way back into one other's lives. "It'll always be you."

"A tale of obsession through the eyes of a fanatic." Every tomorrow is a bold question mark for the motherless child Ivy Valentine. But one constant in her life that always offered smiles and hope was purple music. So one day, she decides to write a thank you letter to her favorite musician Prince. Figuring the reclusive artist doesn't have time to respond to fan mail, or even read it, she doesn't set her expectations high. But one morning when something does show up from Paisley Park, her life's roadmap takes new direction. Consumed by the idea of meeting him, she eventually starts tending to a journal as she waits to clash with fate once again. But it's after a few years of harsh patience that Ivy finally finds herself in a new job role right behind the walls of Prince's inner sanctum--Paisley Park. Despite Paisley Park management's "don't be a fan" rule, Ivy will do anything she can to fulfill her destiny, because Prince doesn't know it yet, but he and Ivy are soulmates--at least that's what the stars in her universe read.

The world assumed he was dead because he wanted the world to assume that. Truth was he was in hiding. In fear for his life. He had to go in hiding. While hiding as a gas station worker Michael Jackson goes by the new name the FBI gave him, Fletcher Garrison. When Michael finds true love with Myra Morrison, he wants to tell her the truth before she hears it from someone else. That her Fletcher is really pop star, king of rock, Michael Jackson. What will happen to their new found love if she learns the truth?! • Story Takes Place In The 90's Bad Era. Not When He passed In 2000!! • A Michael Jackson Fanfic!

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.