Pop Sensation Michael Jackson is a snob. Makeup Artist Yaya Everette is a sweetheart. Two worlds collide and Two hearts connect.

He's the King of Pop - flawless in public, falling apart in private. At the height of his fame, Michael Jackson is drowning in the chaos of fame: drugs, betrayal, and the crushing weight of the image he's been forced to wear. Behind the lights, he seeks escape in an affair with Vanity - a brilliant, troubled singer who knows exactly what it means to be adored, consumed, and discarded. Their connection is intense, reckless, and far too real. But as their bond deepens, the lies around them tighten. A young actress plays the role of his perfect partner. Executives, bodyguards, and hangers-on keep secrets that could destroy them both. And at the center of it all is the House: a glittering, dangerous playground where pleasure hides poison - and nobody walks out clean. Set in 1980s Hollywood, House of Balloons is a story of love, addiction, control, and what it means to be truly seen when the whole world is watching.

[MJFAs 2019 Winner - Best Short Story] The fourth day of the week. The day before Friday. Just any other day. But to Valerie, it's everything. It's the one day that she belongs to Michael Jackson. Sex, drugs, and alcohol are his life. He doesn't do love. But what happens when lust turns to love and Valerie breaks the rules by falling for Michael? Will he succumb to the temptations of the only girl who could possibly change him for the better? ~A completed nine-part story based on The Weeknd's mixtape of the same name~ "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲..."

Who knew a kiss would lead to a Summer like this.

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

This is an erotica book. Plain and simple! Enjoy!

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥.

In the second half of this two-part love story Michael and Semaj quickly learn that where there's love, there's trouble. Whether they choose to overcome those troubles or not are strictly up to them. If you loved Gangsta Lovin' then you'll be sure to fall in love with this one as well. "If you love me I'd rather you show me than tell me. If you've stopped loving me, I'd rather you tell me than show me."

No description needed. It's exactly what you may think.

You are married, and your husband has lost his job and isn't doing much to find one, which has led you to work at a warehouse for a few months to help with bills. You've become comfortable, not liking it at first until you met him, Michael... What could possibly happen next?