The Kiss - A Love Story Hidden in Plain Sight Monaco, 1996. The years had passed, but some things never changed. Under the dazzling lights, surrounded by royalty and a world that never stopped watching, Diana Ross did what only she could do-she made Michael Jackson feel like the only person in the room. Settling onto his lap, her voice warm, playful, familiar, she kissed him. Soft. Lingering. Just enough to make the crowd wonder. Michael's cheeks flushed, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He didn't pull away. He didn't want to. But while he basked in the moment, others around them weren't so sure how to react. Princess Stephanie of Monaco stiffened, eyes locked on them in shock. Many others too watched in surprise trying to make sense of what they were seeing. For years, people had speculated, questioned, doubted. And now, in the most unexpected way, Diana had given them another mystery to unravel. 1984-a different stage, a different moment, yet the same undeniable pull. Thriller had shattered records, Michael was at the height of his reign, and Diana was right there beside him. She stepped onto the stage, beaming with pride, and before anyone would know what was about to happen, she pulled his face into a kiss-right on the lips. The crowd exploded as Cameras flashed endlessly. But was it just a playful congratulations? A moment of impulse? Or was there something in that kiss-something only the two of them understood? The cameras captured the moments, but they never captured what came after-the knowing glances, the words left unspoken, the way their worlds always seemed to orbit each other no matter how much time passed. The Kiss unravels the untold story behind these legendary moments. What was said when the cameras stopped rolling. What did those kisses mean to Diana? To Michael? And most of all-was it ever just a kiss? Some questions have answers. Others linger forever.

ODYSSEY is a journey of family, friendship, joy and the pain of being in love with some one you can never be with. Disclaimer..I'm just a fan of both Michael Jackson and Diana Ross's love story. I do not know them personally and this is purely a work of fiction. Enjoy.

A dream in motion, recollections of days gone by. The love that escaped Michael, and the depth of its absence in his life. MJ/DR fic.

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "These are the last tears I'll never cry for you." So you left. I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration. I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness. I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair. How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt. Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss. "Why have you come?" I whispered. "To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me."

Short Mj perv story i published here before but wattpad made it private! So..publishing it again but a little cleaner version. Damn wattpad! Lol still for mature readers only over 18. It's about Michael's first time. All in fantasy and fun! Warning, very dirty stuff! Lol Not to be taken seriously. All rights reserved. Enjoy! ❤️