They had everything the world could dream of: fame, fortune, and careers that defined an era. Michael Jackson was the biggest entertainer on the planet. Bianca Rhodes was Hollywood royalty. Together, they seemed destined to become the ultimate power couple. But timing is rarely kind, and the heart follows no script. This is the story of two souls finding their way through love, loss, and the shadows of fame while searching for the one thing neither success nor stardom could give them: themselves.

They promised they'd never leave each other. Then fifteen years disappeared. After an unexpected reunion, childhood best friends Carson and Michael find themselves falling in love all over again while chasing their biggest dreams in the music industry. But with fame comes sacrifices, misunderstandings, and heartbreak that neither of them saw coming. In a world where the spotlight never fades, can love survive... or will it become another beautiful memory worth singing about?

AHHHH hiii this is my first story I've written! This story will be a Michael x Reader story in first person view! The images in the stories help show how he looked during the chapter. I hope you enjoy! Sequel to this story is currently out and still being updated frequently❤️ Before the fame, before the concerts, before everyone in the world knew his name, he was just Michael. Your best friend. You grew up together in Gary, Indiana, spending summers outside, listening to music, and talking about the future like it was so far away. But as the years go by and Michael's life starts changing faster than either of you can keep up with, feelings start getting involved too. From childhood best friends to first love, this story follows you and Michael through every era, every heartbreak, and every moment that tried pulling you apart. But no matter how famous he becomes, to you he'll always just be Michael.

Neither of them moved. Rue could hear her own heartbeat. Could hear Maddy's too. Neither of them was hiding behind sarcasm. "Maddy..." The confidence that usually lived in Maddy's eyes flickered. Just for a second. "What?" Rue swallowed. "I don't know what you're doing." Maddy looked away first. A rare event. "I don't know either." That answer surprised both of them. "But I'm so horny now that the only thing I think about is that you finally take off my wet panties ... and that you enter me with your fingers" "I don't think that's what friends do." "I'm serious." "So am I." Silence settled between them again. Maddy sighed. Best friends don't do that. That's what Lexi kept saying. Maybe Lexi was right. Best friends don't. But maybe we were never just best friends.

Inaya Smith was twenty-four years old, fearless on stage, and impossible to ignore once the music started. She lived in a small apartment in New York City with her older sister, Tay, her biggest supporter, and sometimes the only person capable of calming her down when life became overwhelming. She had the kind of beauty people noticed immediately: deep brown eyes filled with emotion, glowing caramel skin, long dark curls Then her entire life changed with one audition. The upcoming biographical film about Michael Jackson was searching for dancers and actors, and Inaya almost didn't go. Thousands had auditioned. The pressure was impossible. But the she got the call. She had officially been cast as the Thriller Girl But somewhere in the middle of all the pressure, Inaya met Jaafar Jackson. And unexpectedly... they clicked instantly. Jaafar was calm where Inaya was fiery. Focused where she was chaotic. But around each other, they balanced perfectly. They spent hours rehearsing scenes together, laughing between takes, sharing music playlists, sneaking snacks onto set, and talking long after filming wrapped. Their chemistry became impossible for the cast to ignore. But for Inaya, the most unexpected part of the journey wasn't the fame beginning to surround her. It was how close she became to Jaafar. Because somewhere between the choreography, the late-night rehearsals, the Thriller costumes, and the pressure of bringing a legend's story to life... the two of them started becoming inseparable. （𝒥𝒶𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸） (Hope you guys enjoy💕✌🏼) #22 Jaafar Jackson #15 Michaelmovie #19 Jaafar

𓆩♡𓆪 in los angeles, everything feels louder, faster, harder to keep up with. at twenty-five, chae leaves london for something bigger, only to find herself stuck in between working behind the scenes of a film that demands perfection, trying not to fade into the background. until she meets jaafar jackson. cast to portray michael jackson, he carries a legacy that never leaves him. on set, he's focused, distant, someone no one really reaches. but chae doesn't see the name. she sees the effort, the pressure, the moments no one else notices. what begins as small corrections in a rehearsal studio slowly turns into something more. quiet conversations, glances, a connection that wasn't part of the plan. but in a world where everything is watched, getting closer isn't simple. and when staying professional means staying apart, chae and jaafar have to decide. is what's growing between them worth stepping out of the background?

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol

"Hmm I see but I don't want to be in a relationship " I say sternly "Okay princess what If I go underneath this table ...will I not find you soaked" "No" I say clearing my throat He uses his knee to spread my legs from under the table . Looking at him I gasp . He proceeds to go underneath the table His hands start from my ankle and they travel up my legs reaching my inner thighs. He starts kissing each thigh earning me to moan. He places his hands on my waist pulling me to come closer to him. He caress my thighs and he starts taking off my underwear. "Your soaked princess" I can't see his face but I know his smirking "Nope it's discharge" I try holding back a moan "Are you sure princess" he brings his lips close to my entrance . I can feel him breathing on my clit . I grip onto the table for support. I feel him pulling away and I almost cry from the neglect. He comes up from the table fixing his posture . He smirks and he places my underwear in his pocket . "Why" I breathe out "Princess , I don't like to be provoked and I hate liars" he says pouring himself more wine 6 days is all she needs ...... Zuri takes a vacation to America but three men desire, lust and passion reroute everything for her. She is in bliss out living the American dream but sometimes meeting a stranger isn't always in your best interest #56 in sexual 6/03/22 #38 in desire 13/05/22 #10 in interesting 16/05/22 #17 in mystery-thriller 1/05/22 #7 in Lust 6/09/22

(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.

"I fucking 𝘰𝘸𝘯 you." He hissed. "You own me in 𝘣𝘦𝘥 and not in reality!" I insisted on my words. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. I hated the fact he did, I hated that he had full control over my soul, I hated the way he kissed me, I hated the way his hands felt nothing but damn right on my skin. I hated the verity of him owning every single ugly piece of me. His touch wasn't just filthy, his touch healed me, his touch has woken me up from the darkness I was brutally blindfolded to see and the past I had drowned with. And most importantly, I hated the fact I fell for him. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹ꨄ ༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༇༻༺༻༺༻ Hi loves! My second book is here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I am announcing you to read at your own risk, this book is highly rated M+, and I suggest you to exit immediately if you feel any kind of uneasy towards my book. The mature chapters are characterized by this symbol ( • ) for a sexual content warning, and 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, please read at your own risk and 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 report my story. Furthermore I'd like to thank you and enjoy!