Amelia is the daughter of a detective. Michael the son of Gangsters. In search of Revenge, Michael will have a little encounter with her.

Janelle Byrde, lived a boring, melancholy life. Her parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, and uncles had died in a plane crash when she was 7. She had lived on the streets for 3 years. Until, a very rich man by the name of Brooks Wentworth had taken her in. He treated her as his own. On one dark day, Brooks had died from leukemia. In his will, almost everything of his had been passed down to Janelle. Jamelle is now 23, in her last year of college. Since all of Brooks' riches were passed down to her, it was like she didn't have to work a muscle. She was still horribly sorrowful. One day, 9 of her favorite person come to visit. A visit that she had sworn to be "just a dream..." Janelle had read things that were very much related to the visit, on Wattpad. But they were merely just Fanfiction. Only he, or they, can change the way she sees life. For eternity. Read to find out what happens next. This book is inspired by many books which relate to this subject. Those books are grouped into a list under the name of "All-Era MJ Fanfictions" which you can find on my profile. Year started: 2018 Year ended: 2019

"I'll touch that fire for you. I do that three, four times again, I testify for you. I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch. I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not. Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it. Mobbin', schemin', lootin', hide your bodies. Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem. I don't got anybody, just with you right now. Tell the truth, I look better under you. I can't lose, when I'm with you." ~ Sza [Bad Era] Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of abuse, violence, murder, drug & alcohol use, sexual scenes, and swearing. Please be mindful of what you're reading and know that everything in this book is fictional, none of the events in this story are real. If you get triggered or bothered easily, do not read this.

My life ain't worth living if I can't be with you.

The holidays are the most magical time of the year, and World Megastar Michael Jackson is gearing up to dazzle the masses with his latest album titled "Dangerous." While his professional life is like a star shining bright, his love life has been less than stellar. After a bad break-up, Michael has chosen to be celibate until the right woman comes along. But as fate would have it, he meets the smart and beautiful Ms. Sparkle Washington - however, there is one problem; she doesn't date celebrities. Will Sparkle be the one that sets his heart ablaze? Or will he find himself standing under the mistletoe alone? Only time will tell. © Copyright Midnight August Moon | All Rights Reserved. (18+) [ This story is rated "Mature." ] ✅ This is an excerpt of a completed story with a plot and character development. 🔑 Please note: Paragraphs exist in this story, but I've chosen to use "first-line indentation" as opposed to "block formatting." 🔑 This story is written in a standard manuscript format. 🔑 This story is written in third person omniscient point of view. 🔑 With each book I write, my writing skills are continuously improving. Don't expect perfection. 🔑 Please excuse any brevity and/or typos. I'm not perfect, and college was years ago! Haha! Though I meticulously proofread and make corrections, I'm not a machine, and errors still manage to slip through the cracks. 🔑 I hope you'll enjoy the story. Please comment (respectfully), vote, and share. 📍Disclaimer: All of my stories and characters are fictitious. Various people, celebrities, places, and events may or may not have been changed to fit the writer's artistic view, but the characters are completely imaginary.

Okay, I will try to update every so often on this and I will do as much as I can on each chapter.

MICHAEL JACKSON never searched for love; at 24, he found enough intimacy and beauty in his craft. The one thing that satisfied him when nothing else could. But what his craft demanded sated him sometimes, and an outlet became necessary when the fine line between art and work blurred. So his disguised and unauthorized trips to Phonograph, when he found the time, became a much-needed release that he cherished greatly. The woman who stood behind the counter most days of the week had his attention instantly. His eyes lingered prudently from beneath the Ray-Bans with silent admiration. But there was no more room for shy regard when she finally approached him, completely unsuspecting until he said all the wrong things and gave himself away. But not only was she absolutely breathtaking--she was casual about his presence, almost unimpressed by his status. She let him exist in this rare state of peace. And that made her all the more remarkable; he had to take the chance before it passed. And soon, he looked forward to Sundays, from their deep conversations about anything to the way she made his heart beat against his chest with just a look. Romance no longer burdened him; surrendering his heart didn't scare him; he welcomed love and let it coexist with his gift. Because she made him realize it was possible. A Michael Jackson story. © All Rights Reserved 18+ Started: March 14, 2023 Finished: tbd.. Work #3 Thriller era Takes place in Los Angeles, CA 1983-2001 Cover made by me via PicsArt Highest Ranking: - #1 in #MJFanFiction - #2 in #Michael - #4 in #Jackson - #6 in #KingOfPop - #11 in #MJJ - #17 in #MichaelJJackson - #61 in #MichaelJackson

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘔𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦: 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴?" Normal Valley, 1996. After the events of the unharmed group of local parents and children returning from the forbidden hill side, investigative journalist, Madi Locke's, recent inquiries of the haunting at Somewhere Else manor bring her face-to-face the phantom of the abandoned castle, The Maestro. Intrigued by her curiosity for the bizarre and the promise of writing a truthful story about his ongoings, the ghoulish musician grants the writer permission to stay in his home until the article's publishing. Soon after her arrival, The Maestro and Madi realize a much darker mystery that lays within the manor walls - as well as a passionate connection between their two worlds. (Sexual and Mature Content (18+)) (An Original MIchael Jackson Fanfic) (BOTDF Era - GHOST) 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 #1 in botdf #2 in moonwalk

Y/N is a young girl that is childish, sweet, and funny to be around others, even if she is captured in publicity. She was even dating the King of Pop, which no one knew about since she was not in the public eye. He may be dating her, but he doesn't know anything else that is secretive about her job. "Michael, are you dating anyone right now? Who is Blanket's mother?" Martin asked during the interview. "Blanket's mother, I cannot say we agreed not to make our relationship public." Said Michael, looking at the interviewer. "Okay. So, are you dating anyone?" He asked. "Yes." "Who is she?" Martin asked. Michael felt his cheeks rising, turning red a little. "My girlfriend, uh...she's around, but I kept her a secret. I didn't want to announce our relationship if she was comfortable to come forward."

| MICHAEL JACKSON FANFIC Michael and Malika have one thing in common: neither of them wants to be in a relationship. Malika is overworked, drowning under the weight of her parents' expectations, and desperately seeking a break from the pressures of her life. Michael, on the other hand, is riding the high of his solo career, chasing his passion at full speed-yet behind the scenes, his family's relentless drama threatens to pull him under. What starts as a casual, no-strings-attached arrangement seems ideal for both of them. No commitments. No complications. Just an escape from their chaotic realities. But the past has a way of surfacing when it's least expected, and as old wounds and unresolved issues come to light, their carefully crafted situationship begins to unravel. In Memory, love and vulnerability collide with ambition and personal baggage, forcing Michael and Malika to confront their fears, their truths, and the question neither of them wanted to ask: Are they truly better off alone?