Maybe Marlon and Tonya's feelings for eachother run a little deeper than they thought.

Allure lightly chuckled, "Cmon Moo, you know you don't like girls like me."

𝐒𝚑𝚢, 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱-𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔡 16-year-old Ya'Mori, born and raised in South Central, Los Angeles. She was raised around music her whole life and grew up to love music and can play any instrument you can give her 𝐘𝔞'𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔦 lives with her older cousin Michel'le and goes with her to her job at the department store. Michel'le heard Ya'Mori sing at a club one night and met a group of boys. Once they see how she sings, she is catapulted into music and grows close to them, especially catching the eyes of Dr. Dre. 𝚃hroughout her rise as a superstar, her success was overshadowed, and a long abusive relationship and lies. Ya'Mori learns that when it comes to fame, there's betrayal, drugs, and violence. (This will follow the biopic Straight Outta Compton and Surviving Compton but with a little twist.) {All the pictures and music belongs to their rightful owners, this is my 1st NWA fanatic. So I hope y'all like it.}

Between rehearsals, press shoots, tours, and interviews- simply kick back and imagine moments in time where Michael can enjoy the freedoms of simply bein' a kid. Alongside you, the reader, of course! From pillow fights to crushes to standing up for what's right, you're his best friend through it all. Ranging from his Gary days to that sweet period right before MJ went solo and took the world by storm 💕

Circa' 1987-1989 "....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...." Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped into his life. Amahle... a feisty southern girl who has a lot of trauma and is trying to get her life together... their journey together is interesting. Michael is Mesmerize by how real and blunt Amahle is and Amahle wants no parts of him until something or someone pushes her to give him a chance. So will she ? Mature content 18+ *this book is strictly for adults the contents in this book is not suitable for minors, sexual nature, explicit language, mentions of drugs and violence are including in this story* **Completed: 5/25/2024 -Highest Rankings- #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction #1 in applehead #1 in mjfanfic #1 in badtour #1 in mjj #2in kingofpop #2 in 80s #1 in mjjfan #1 in blackcharacters #1 in layziebone #3 in badera #2 in moonwalker #1 in mjfam

"Got my heart jumping like Jordan's, play me like spalding." Married life comes with many adversities, Will Allure be able to stay down? This is a sequel! Read "Girls like me" first for a better understanding ꨄ︎

"You beautiful ma fuck what everybody else think. You beautiful. "

A fictional three part series telling the life story of Karma Young , younger sister of Dr.Dre and the First Lady of Ruthless and her legendary career before her untimely and tragic death.

Delilah Jackson is a 22 year old teacher in 1935 Brooklyn, New York who's finally on her own. Life seems to be routine, until the mailman puts someone else's letter in her mailbox by mistake. Because of this mistake, Delilah meets 28 year old Valentin Cordero. After the first letter is sent, Delilah and Angel are cuffed together in an intricate relationship...

*SHORT STORY* *ROMANTIC DRAMA* *WARNING: - Language - Violence - Racial Tension/Discrimination *2021-2021 🎥 I strolled down the city streets of the big apple itself: New York City. I come from a small town in Nebraska, and being in a big city like this gives me this level of confidence. Like I belong here. This is where I am supposed to be. My trench coat flapped around my legs as the wind picked up and the heels of my shiny black dress shoes snapping on the sidewalk. I was surrounded by other business/working men and women. Once I turned the corner of a tall and wide building. The sun decided to finally show its face today. That's when I saw her. Her large black ringlets became blown by the breeze and her long skirt rippled against her shapely legs. The dirty apron she wore cinched her womanly waist. The sun rays made her skin glow like the angel she appeared to be. I couldn't help but grin like a fool. But I didn't care. All I knew was that I should like to go and talk to her. I took in a deep breath and gripped my briefcase before quickly ushering over to her. "Pardon me miss?" 🎥