You're the music industry's newest obsession. A rising pop-star whose debut album has turned you into an overnight sensation. You're young, confident, and determined to prove you're more than just "the next big thing", you're fighting to earn your place in an industry that doesn't take newcomers seriously. Michael has been at the top for years. A chart-topping superstar with sold-out tours and a reputation that's become almost as famous as his music. To the public. he has everything: success, fame, and a career most artists only dream of. But after years in the spotlight, he's grown tired of the pressure, the expectations, and the media. When the media begins pitting you two against each other, every interview, award show, and headline fuels a rivalry neither of you asked for. The world is convinced you're enemies. But as your paths continue to cross, you both see past the rumors and public personas. What starts as a bitter rivalry turns into a friendship, and before either of you realize it, something much deeper. Yet with millions of fans watching your every moves, a relationship could cost you both everything you've worked for. best rank: #20 in Michael Jackson

She walked into the audition expecting eight counts and choreography. She left with her entire life rewritten. Camille Laurent has spent years becoming one of the most gifted dancers in the industry. Technique, discipline, perfection. She's never needed luck because talent has always spoken for itself. When she earns a coveted audition for the world's biggest tour, she expects fierce competition, endless rehearsals, and impossible expectations. She doesn't expect the quiet man behind the spotlight to notice her. As rehearsals blur into late nights and sold-out arenas, admiration turns into obsession, secrets begin to surface, and the line between ambition and desire starts to disappear. In a world where every step is watched and every mistake is magnified, Camille must decide how much of herself she's willing to sacrifice for the stage. Some performances change your career. Others change your life. Eight Count is a slow-burn story of fame, dance, longing, and the moments that happen between the music.

After the sudden death of the King of Pop, twenty-three years old Donielle Verisse Rivera finds herself unable to move on from the tragedy that haunted her childhood. Raised by parents who adored Michael Jackson and The Jackson 5, she spent her life surrounded by old vinyl records, VHS tapes, posters, and cassette collections that filled their tiny apartment with music and memories. One rainy night, while cleaning their storage room, Donielle discovers an old silver cassette tape labeled: "FOR THE GIRL WHO WILL CHANGE TIME." Curious, she plays it on her father's vintage cassette player. But the moment the music starts, the world around her freezes. When she opens her eyes again, she is no longer in the present. She wakes up in Los Angeles, 1987. Confused and terrified, she eventually comes face to face with Michael Jackson during his Bad Era. What starts as an impossible encounter slowly becomes an emotional connection neither of them can explain. But she soon discovers a terrifying truth: The cassette tapes are not simply sending her through time. They are counting down. Every trip weakens the timeline, alters reality, and slowly erases and changing the history. And somewhere hidden behind Michael's fame, a dangerous secret ties his music to time itself. Now Verisse must decide.. Can she really save the man the world could not save? Or was she sent back in time for another reason entirely? In a story filled with music, destiny, romance, mystery, and heartbreak, two souls connected across timelines fight against fate itself.... even if loving each other could destroy reality.

Their story started with a glance, and Bethany felt he was her soulmate. But are they truly compatible? Read more for details. P.S.: This is my first Wattpad story; I aim to improve my writing skills. L. O. V. E ♥ Deva

"You should stop looking at me like that," I whispered. Michael's smile was small, almost careful. "Like what?" "Like you know exactly what I'm thinking." His eyes stayed on mine. "I don't," he said softly. "But I'd like to." - Arthemis Lou becomes Hollywood's newest obsession after a role that hits too close to her real life. Michael Jackson is already living under the kind of spotlight she's only beginning to fear. They meet quietly, behind the noise, and what starts as understanding turns into something softer, deeper, and harder to hide. A slow-burn romance about fame, tension, healing, and two souls the world was never meant to understand.

DISCLAIMER!! PLEASE READ!!: This story is rated for MATURE audiences and is explicit since it contains various sex scenes, cursing, mentions of drug use, self-harm and events not considered appropriate for children!! Please be aware that I DO NOT encourage in anyway or form for any of the readers to try any of the acts on this book because this is a FANFICTION. (Emphasis on the fiction) THIS STORY DOES NOT EXIST SOLELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF SEXUAL STIMULATION, it has plot, character progression, development etc... Also...this is a FICTION, Michael Jackson did not do any of the things mentioned. ..................................................... *First class free* read the card. Angel is an almost-graduated 19 year old girl with ambition and an adventurous mind. She has a dark past she wants to outrun at all costs. But will it catch up to her? Michael is a mysterious man with rules and knowledge. He's made up of hidden layers, trauma building each of them. Angel takes the risk and joins this adventure unsure of what the outcome will be. Michael has rules but the most important one; no feelings involved. Will Michael and Angel start to develop forbidden feelings for each other? Will it change everything when the past comes back to haunt Michael? Will his past involve Angel in a way he never imagined? Stay tuned and see our lovely Michael as a...Sex Instructor.

A Michael Jackson Fanfiction. Time Travel. At 5:30 PM, the world tilted. Ella was in the kitchen, helping her sister with dinner, when the television in the living room began to blare a frantic, staccato rhythm of "Breaking News." "...Reports coming in from Los Angeles... Michael Jackson has been rushed to UCLA Medical Center... unresponsive..." The wooden spoon slipped from Ella's hand, clattering onto the tile. "No," she whispered. "It's just a rumor. He has a show tomorrow. He has to be okay." But the news didn't stop. It got worse. The "unconfirmed reports" turned into "sources say," and then, the finality of the words hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. "Michael Jackson is dead at 50." ----------- "I wish I could have saved him," she sobbed into the humid night air. "I wish I could go back. I would have told him. I would have stopped them." She stepped into the crosswalk. The screech of tires was the last thing she heard. A white sedan, speeding through the intersection, slammed into her small frame. There was a moment of weightlessness, a flash of red, and then... nothingness. ------------ "Who are you?" Ella asked, her voice echoing. "A curator of 'what-ifs'," the man said, gesturing for her to sit beside him. "You have a very loud heart, Ella. It was screaming all the way across the veil. You want to save him that badly?" "More than anything," Ella said, sitting tentatively. "He didn't deserve to go out like that. Alone. Hurting. He gave everything to the world, and the world just took and took." The man pulled a heavy, silver watch from his pocket and handed it to her. It felt freezing cold in her palm. "Time travel has its cause and effect," he warned. "You go back to fill a void, but you leave one behind. And remember, Ella... you cannot save someone who does not want to be saved. You have to make him want to live" The hospital hallway dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors-reds, golds, and blacks-spinning faster and faster.

"Mumma..." I looked up as our two-year-old son climbed onto the bed. Michael was asleep against my chest, one arm around my waist, exhausted after another sleepless night. Prince reached out and gently touched his father's cheek. "Daddy hurt?" For a moment, I couldn't answer. I looked down at the man sleeping in my arms. The world called him a legend. A superstar. A king. They saw the records, the awards, the crowds that screamed his name. They saw the glitter. The spotlight. The magic. What they never saw was the strength it took to smile when his heart was breaking. What they never saw was the man who carried the weight of millions while silently carrying his own pain. Prince looked at me again. "Why Daddy hurt?" I brushed Michael's curls away from his forehead and smiled softly. "Because sometimes, sweetheart, the people who give the most love are the ones who get hurt the most." "Then who help Daddy?" My throat tightened. Because years ago, I had asked myself the same question. I had seen his future. Every tragedy. Every betrayal. Every headline. Every tear. I watched fate prepare to destroy the most beautiful soul I had ever known. And I made a choice. I refused to let it. So I fought for him. Again. And again. And again. Until the future I saw was no longer the future waiting for him. I kissed Michael's forehead as he shifted closer in his sleep. The world remembers the King of Pop. But this story isn't about a king. It's about a man who never stopped loving despite everything life threw at him. And a woman who loved him enough to change destiny itself. I saw Michael Jackson's future. And I saved him. "Book One of the Michael & His Guardian Angel series. This is where their extraordinary journey begins-a story of love, faith, sacrifice, and destiny that will continue in Book Two."

To millions, Julianna Winters is brilliance. To the media, she is mystery. To herself, she is breaking. The creator and queen of alternative music before she turned eighteen, Julianna is a voice the world worships and a woman the industry refuses to let breathe. Fame has taken everything from her except the one thing she can't outrun - the ache to be understood. Then she meets Michael Jackson. Their worlds collide at the 1984 Grammys, and Michael - already drowning beneath his own legend - recognizes the loneliness in her eyes because it mirrors his own. What begins as a chance encounter becomes a fragile refuge: two young artists hiding from the noise, slowly building something real in a world that keeps interrupting it. And then the world comes to take it. Because some people are loved for what they give, and never for who they are - and the ones who built their lives on these two would rather see them broken than free. Raw and deeply intimate, Heaven Knows My Name is a story about fame, faith, and the hidden wounds behind brilliance - a reminder that even the brightest stars can feel unbearably alone, and that being truly known by one person may be the only thing worth surviving for. No smut. No explicit language. Only truth, heart, and two souls trying to survive a world that never learned how to love them gently.

Beyoncé was a small-town Texas girl with big dreams and an even bigger imagination. Growing up, music filled every corner of her life, but no artist inspired her more than Michael Jackson. She spent countless hours listening to his records, memorizing every lyric, studying every dance move, and watching his performances in complete awe. To Beyoncé, Michael wasn't just a singer-he was proof that music could change lives. His talent, dedication, and ability to bring people together inspired her to dream beyond the limits of her small hometown. While other kids imagined becoming doctors or teachers, Beyoncé imagined standing on stage, performing for thousands, and making people feel the way Michael's music made her feel. She grew up believing that meeting him would be impossible. He was a global superstar, and she was just a girl from Texas with a dream. Yet she never stopped hoping. Every birthday wish, every quiet prayer, and every late-night dream somehow led back to him. What she never could have imagined-not even in her wildest dreams-was that one day she would share the name Jackson herself. The little Texas girl who grew up singing along to Michael Jackson songs, admiring him from afar, and wishing she could be like him would eventually become Beyoncé Jackson. It felt like something out of a fairy tale. A dream so unbelievable that if someone had told her as a child, she would have laughed and said it could never happen. Yet life had a way of writing stories far greater than anything she could have imagined. And sometimes, the biggest dreams begin in the smallest towns. (Beyonce fanfic) (Michael Jackson fanfic) Hope you enjoy❤️❤️✌🏼 #84 Michaeljackson #1 purplerain #14 beyhive #2 Behive