An Eminem fanfiction story

King of hip-hop and legend Marshall Mathers, also known as Eminem had been known to shake up the media and fans over the years. Everyone thought they knew his stance on women, relationships and marriage. So imagine everyone's surprise they found out when he married a black woman. Alexis Parsons-Mathers, an incredibly successful R&B singer, actress and model in her own right. She was the woman who stole Slim Shady's heart. He likes to call her his best weakness. A no nonsense, take charge when needed, feisty, sweet woman who shows true submissiveness when it comes to her husband. The two of them run Shady Records together. A force to be reckoned with as far as their roster goes. But what happens when someone threatens to sabotage everything they've created together? Things can't go right when you mess with....THE KINGDOM.

- This story takes place in 2002 - When Eminem releases a track dissing the popular pop/r&b girl group, Divine 4, the lead singer, Melissa fires back, humiliating him. Ironically, that brings them closer, which leads them into a complicated relationship as Melissa struggles to stay in a group that treats her horribly. As their relationship goes through a series of ups and downs, it leaves one question - will they ever admit they love each other?

Leila Tate is ice-cold, untouchable, and in control of everything-except Marshall Mathers. Dark, relentless, and dangerously magnetic, Marshall devours the walls she built, igniting a desire that threatens to destroy them both. Their chemistry is electric, their love toxic, and no matter how much it hurts, they can't let go. Marshall is obsessed, captivated by Leila's fierce independence and the way she makes him lose control. Leila is addicted to the fire they create, drawn to the chaos he brings. Together, they push each other to the brink, teetering on the edge of destruction-where lust and obsession blur the line between pleasure and pain. They crave what's destroying them. Every touch is like gasoline on the flames, every kiss another step closer to burning everything in their path. No matter how far they fall, they always come back for more. Intoxicated is a story of obsession, addiction, and a love so powerful it consumes everything. It's about the kind of passion that devours all in its path, leaving nothing but ashes behind. If you're ready for a love that destroys, this story will take hold and never let go. I do not own any of the music or the pictures in this story, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

Marshall Mathers is asked to check out a fan fiction story by a friend worried he's being sold out again. Instead he catches himself wondering what the author is like in real life and eventually decides to find her. Does life really imitate art and lead to love?

Blair is a wild, untamed firecracker-sharp-tongued, fearless, and totally done with love after a brutal breakup. She's got walls up so high, no one dares to climb them. Enter Marshall, the one guy who thrives on a challenge. When Blair ripped into him without even blinking, he wasn't just pissed-he was hooked. She didn't care who he was, and that made her unforgettable. Their connection? Pure chaos wrapped in fate. Sparks fly, words cut, and somehow they can't stay away. Blair and Marshall are two halves of the same soul, twin flames destined to clash, burn, and laugh their way through the madness. They might drive each other crazy, but they're irresistibly drawn together-because who doesn't love a little fire with their romance? I do not own any of the music or the pictures in this story, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

We joked about it. I teased him. He teased me. It was just a little game. Cat and mouse maybe? Except I wanted him to catch me. So I let the word slip from my mouth as I had before. "Please daddy." He smirked devilishly. I wanted to be the angel that saved his soul.

"You're so precious," he whispered, his lips hovering over my ear. "and all mine." "You don't own me Marshall!" I yelled, violently shoving his chest with my hands. "You're mine, if I can't have you nobody can." Warning: Extreme sexual content, violence, aggressive behavior, foul language, age gap.

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*GIANT DISCLAIMER* This story includes P Diddy as a side character and was written many years prior to the recent discoveries of sexual assaults, human trafficking, etc. I, the author, in no way support or condone P Diddy. The year is 1998 and Angel is a Brooklyn native who sees men as a way to get off and nothing more. She meets Marshall, who has recently been signed to Aftermath and is planning on using him in the exact same way.