When you're a friend of Michael Jackson, the unexpected is to be expected. Warning: A lot of strong crude sarcastic dirty sexual humor. Also a different side of Michael's personality. I hope you love it.

Back again with a sequel to Return! (do not continue reading this description if you haven't read the first book; it contains spoilers!) {this is the first sequel I have ever made on Wattpad, so yay!} After Michael Jackson's miraculous return to see his family and children, his youngest daughter- who is in a coma due to running out in front of a car- Natalie, finally begins to respond. But what will happen when he finds out that Taryn had changed her mind about keeping Natalie on life support? Is it too late to change her mind again? Will Michael keep his promise with Natalie to stay in L.A. if she wakes up? Through all the consequences and reminiscing every reason why he had left in the first place, will he put it all behind himself... for her? © All Rights Reserved

When Blanket Jackson starts going to her school, Natalie Spethan expects him to be quiet and to himself due to his father's recent passing. But little does she know, the things that Blanket does say will unlock information that she has been questioning herself over for years. © All Rights Reserved

Warning: scenes of violence in this chapter.

When Michael Jackson enters the living room of his hotel suite, he suddenly realizes that he is not alone. There is a strange woman standing by the window. Alarmed and not knowing what better to do to gain control over the situation, he tries to start a conversation. And that's when things start to get even stranger...

This is a romance story. A love story. That includes a girl that had a dream and it came true with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend's help. She had the best time of her life but what will she do when she meets him? What will she do to keep her dream alive? Will her dreams even come true or will she get much more? Or will her ex Zack ruin everything for her. Will Michael Jackson help her or will she push him away? Stay tuned and read Quench My Desire to find out. Remember to vote, comment and like. Bad era

It is early fall 1993. The Jordan Chandler affair has just hit us about a month ago. The atmosphere is tense. The accusations are outrageous. Michael Jackson remains silent. We all seem to have lost our innocence. His silence is unnerving. And nobody knows were this is heading. In this mindset I wrote the first story of my life. I was 14 years old. In that September night 20 years ago, I found a black, mechanical travelling typewriter from the 1940s in my father's study, beautiful as a clarinet, but also a little eerie, and drew this story from it. That's what it felt like. As if the story hadn't been so much in me, but as if it had been in that machine waiting for someone to let it out. So I just typed it down. Two A4 pages. No starting over, no revising. One shot. Danger Looming. (PS: In case you are wondering, S... F... was my friend. I gave the original sheets of this story to her.)

Kyela Pullman, 23, dancer. She had endured plenty of trials and tribulations in life and thought she would never be anything more than a part-time dance teacher in the local studio down the street from her house. She wants to find any happiness she can though, but when she thinks she's getting there, she witnesses a mob takeout firsthand and thinks she's helping out when she tells police. However, when the perpetrator, who is mobster, Michael Jackson from none other than the Jackson family, comes back to find her, she's in for a world of trouble. Will she meet her death in his hands or will she break him down and become something more than a snitch to him? Copyright © 2014

WINNER of the Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards 2017: Best Jackson5/ Jacksons through 'Off The Wall' era 16-year-old Marilyn suffers from bullying in school. Her life is dark and dreary, until one day she meets a young man - accidentally - never has the word been more fitting. He's from an entirely different world, a world of lights, smoke and stardust. And he's just as lonely...