Some girls are soft sunshine. Madeleine Cross was moonlight. Beautiful in a way that made people stare too long. Untouchable in a way that made people want to try anyway. Behind her sharp tongue, glamorous life, and haunting blue eyes is a girl still trying to survive the kind of childhood that leaves scars no one can see. Hollywood taught her how to become desired. Loneliness taught her how to become dangerous. Then she meets someone who sees through every carefully built wall. And for the first time in her life, Madeleine has to decide whether love is worth the risk of being destroyed by it.

౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ Aria Vale had one rule. Never let Hollywood see you cry. It worked for a while. The magazines called her the "Ice Queen," men called her difficult, and everyone who didn't know her decided she was a bitch before she even opened her mouth. Then came Michael Jackson. Not in person. Not at first. Just his name on a tour proposal, his face on billboards, and one line on a fax that pissed her off far more than it should have: "Mr. Jackson has personally approved Miss Vale for the European leg." So Aria says yes. Not because she likes him. And definitely not because she forgives him. But if Michael Jackson thinks he can turn her into a footnote in his comeback story, he's about to learn very quickly that Aria Vale was never made to stand behind anyone. ౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚

Ayşe and Michael's lives are completely different, yet they are somehow made for each other. The facettes they both have, the walls they've built up are slowly falling down when someone from Ayşe's past comes into their lives and wants to end it all. Who are they and what do they want? !!TW!! This story contains mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, domestic violence, eating disorders and other sensitive topics. If you don't feel comfortable reading these, I advise you not to read my story. In no way do I want to be the reason for my readers to feel unwell or uncomfortable. ˖⁺‧Plays in 1989 just after the Bad tour ‧⁺˖ Please don't hesitate to leave comments, they really make my day and motivate me to write more🫶 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ He promised he'd call every Sunday. Before the fame, before Thriller, before the world claimed him, Michael Jackson was just a shy little boy from Gary, Indiana. And you were the only person who ever spoke for him when he couldn't. His microphone. Fifteen years later, during the chaos of the Victory Tour, he remembers your voice instantly. And suddenly, the past neither of you truly buried begins finding its way back to the surface. __________ Michael Jackson x Reader Ranking: 1 in #mjxreader 1 in #eighties

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

he was my best friend before the world knew his name. savannah reed never forgot the boy who promised her he would become a star. before the screaming fans, before the sold out concerts, before the fame took him away, there was just michael and sav. years later, the victory tour brings him back into her life, forcing old memories, hidden feelings, and unfinished goodbyes to the surface. but when someone belongs to the world... can they ever belong to you again? childhood memories. fame. heartbreak. first love. this story is strictly fiction and is created for entertainment purposes only.

(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

(Warning! This story contains: disturbing, 18+, angst, strong language, sexual content and Violence.) Love can be total destruction and here is the perfect case: Years ago, she escaped a man who was never meant to be loved, a man consumed by power, lust and rage. The criminal world he ruled was all that mattered to him. And now he's found her again. "Falling for me was the biggest mistake that you could have ever done." ___________________________________________ A man fueled with rage can't seem to let go of the soul that once loved him so dearly, but he took it all for granted. He hates her dearly, but he worships the ground that she walks on. She tried to love him, she gave him so many chances and did what no other person would do for a man as wicked as him and now she's paying the price for once being a part of his life. He knew he was no good for her, yet he refuses to let her go. She was helpless but she also knew one thing: Walking away from Michael was never the end of the story. It was only the beginning.

[Completed] [18+] It's summer, 1979 when Michael Jackson turns 21, releases "Off the Wall," and meets his first love. ~*~*~ Nicole: You're in hotels a lot, huh? Michael: Yes. Most would pause to wonder how often is "a lot," but Michael didn't. He answered very matter-of-factly. Nicole could relate to the feeling of loneliness, being the only child of two hard-working parents. She watched his hands continue to play on the table, now reaching for the dish of sugar packets. He pulled out two, tipping them together like a tippee. Then mirrored the motion with two more. Nicole: You seem like a lonely person... I am too. She wasn't sure what propelled the words. Instantly Nicole felt the urge to apologize. Still pinching the sugar, Michael's eyes drifted up to hers, meeting for a second before looking away again. There was something about this stranger, maybe the softness in his bashful smile, that Nicole felt like she could trust. And if not, oh well, she'd never see him again anyway. Michael: Then we should be friends. We can be lonely together. ~*~*~ 🌻 This is a love story with a slow build. I promise, it's worth the wait! ⭐ Winner of the 2022 Michael Jackson FanFiction Awards for "Best Off the Wall Era FanFic" Highest Ranking: #5 in michaeljackson; #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction; #1 in kingofpop, #1 in icon, #9 in fandom 🎤Inspired by true events in the life of Michael Jackson... but largely fictional.

√ 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭. 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞]