{BOOK III} Michael and Kennedy are back! But now they have a 15 year old son who's more than eager to dabble in the money business that Michael and Janet had started back up despite Kennedy's protest. With both, Michael and Kennedy, slipping back into their old ways, will their son get caught in the crossfire or will they be forced to put everything on the line in order to save their family from yet another tragedy? >>>>READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED<<<<

When 26 year old Hazel's boss is replaced by Mr. Jackson, the two bond over similar struggles. The two form a budding romance but poor Hazel's head threatens to spin clean off of her shoulders when the situation becomes much more complex than she could ever imagine.

Reverie- a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musings, a daydream. Just little imagines for when you miss Michael and want to escape into the realm of dreams. ✨ ✨ MJFA'S 2020 finalist for Best Oneshot- Human Nature ✨MJSSA's 2021 winner for Best Imagines Collection ✨MJSSA's 2021 winner for Most Authentic Imagines *Request have been permenately closed* Playlist:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vhu1PjARL8dWYmwDvwIDL

(Warning! This story contains: disturbing, 18+, strong language ,sexual content,drugs, and Violence.) One worked for the community and the other one against it. One was living while the other one was sinning. Being born into a crime family wasn't easy for two young adults with different mindsets and plans. One craved a normal happy life, the other craved power, fame and lust. When the heirs of both families become housemates thats when things start to get wicked and horrible. But who's behind Ezra's misery and losses at this point? And who's behind Michael's controlled downfall?

Darla Evans, a determined waitress, has had her ups and downs. Money, a home, a car but her world is broken. Losing both of her parents and an abusive man at home, she's lost and confused. That's until she meets a complete stranger, who is very different and gives her more than she ever needed. Will she continue the dangerous world she lives or will she turn her back to become... "That one woman" who a lonely man needs. ⚠️Drugs, Abusive Content, Sexual Content ⚠️Drama, Language, Violence, Alcohol Readers Discretion is Advised- You have been Warned Michael is not famous in this story but he's known for something else.. All Matters in this story is All Fiction.. Enjoy Loves😁❤ [HIGHEST RANK: #1 DangerousEra Category]

A space shuttle crashes down to earth in the middle of the night. A man not knowing of anything about, life existing on the planet. He runs into a pregnant woman who shows him the effects of love, shares her world and becomes apart of his life in a special way. Love works in mysterious ways.. for Lovelle, this was a love for a special person, from a different planet. Triggers: 👉Violence 👉Language 👉Sexual Scenes 👉Mature Scenes This is a Slow Burn romance.

She was just trying to keep her life simple. wake up, go to work, and come home to peace and quiet in her little house on the corner. But peace packed its bags the moment he pulled up next door, dragging in loud music, leather jackets, and the growl of a motorcycle that shook the street. She hadn't even seen his face yet, but she felt him. Heard the sound of his boxes hitting the porch, the low rumble of his voice through the walls, the crackle of something new in the air. So she dusted off her old diary, something she hadn't touched since she was a girl, and started writing again just to make sense of the storm settling in next door. But when she finally laid eyes on him? Whew. Tall, lean, and fine enough to make a woman forget her prayers. He had trouble written all over him, Sultry eyes, long nights, the kind of eyes that undressed her from his porch without saying a single word. And when their eyes locked for the first time? It was like the South stood still. She knew better than to fall for a man like that. He wasn't her type. He wasn't her plan. But something about him pulled at her like heat off the pavement in July-slow, rising, and impossible to ignore. Now every glance is a dare. Every night, a temptation. And that old diary? It's filling up faster than she can stop her heart from racing. Because sometimes love don't come in a perfect package. Sometimes, it moves in next door with a loud bike and a past nobody wants to talk about. And sometimes? It sees you before you even know you've been seen.

|ᴜʀʙᴀɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ| |ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ| ☯︎︎ ❣︎ One night stands were Yora's thing. Michael Jackson was no different. One night was all they had. *Dissociative Identity Disorder* A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality states. Lᴜsᴛ Gʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴʏ Pʀɪᴅᴇ Sʟᴏᴛʜ Wʀᴀᴛʜ Gʀᴇᴇᴅ Eɴᴠʏ

I know what's wrong.. He knows it too.. But.. The way he touches me.. It feels so right.. ~ Though I'm having relations with my dads best friend, he will never find out.. Right? We will never get caught and no one will get into trouble and Michael won't be hated by my parents, mainly my father.. Correct..? ... I guess that's why we take risks.

Widower /ˈwidō(ə)r/ : A man who had lost his spouse by death and has not remarried. Who knew this would be added to his definition. A man. A kind, sensitive, and generous one at that. A husban-....No. A Widower. Michael, the Widower. Hell, we'll get used to it