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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒. | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction |
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Ongoing, First published Apr 05, 2022
Mature
In a world torn between dimensions, prophecy, and bloodlines, two royal brothers are bound by a fractured past - and one girl destined to unravel them both.

Pebble has spent her life trapped in a small, forgotten corner on the Earth realm, sheltered from a world she never knew was hunting her. When a forbidden bond forms with a stranger carrying secrets of another realm, Pebble's fate is set into motion, forcing her to confront a prophecy that has stalked her across lifetimes: she will die at the hands of the one she loves most.

Michael, a half-blood heir burdened by guilt and destined for a throne he never asked for, is torn between loyalty to his brother Tobias and the growing connection he can't deny. When past sins resurface and old promises are tested, Michael must decide whether to protect his brother's heart - or risk everything for the one girl who could bring him redemption... or ruin.

As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Pebble must ask herself: was her "tiny world" ever truly a prison - or a protection from the storm waiting to claim her?
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