Lana's life was normal... until she met Michael. What starts as an unexpected friendship quickly turns into something neither of them planned. But when love grows under the spotlight, secrets don't stay hidden for long. With paparazzi watching their every move, rumors spreading like wildfire, and life-changing surprises waiting around the corner, Lana and Michael are about to learn that love isn't always easy. Especially when the whole world is watching.

Fresh as a Daisie. ✎ . . . IN WHICH, a young girl is thrust into the spotlight when her mother dies and her father forces her and her brothers into a band. Unbeknownst to her and the rest of the world, her entire life would change forever after she locks eyes with the quiet boy in the corner of the studio. Original / Reality, 1968 ━ 2009 Michael Jackson ﾒ Fem!OC ©-soraloveslain / 2026 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀; ongoing ✔︎

Stories of Michael Jackson from different era's. Also if you don't like the things I write in this book. I'm saying this nicely, please don't read my book. Thank you!🙂🙃

COMPLETED First ever completed story so I hope you don't mind if it is a little sucky. Casandra Hyden has the privilege of working with the one and only King Of Pop. They re always together but mostly despise each other. What happens when fate brings them together? Will they come to their senses and accept one another? {Disclaimer. Michael's career is definitely not in chronological order and may have not actually occured but this a fanfic right? Its made up.}

This is a fictitious story of Michael Jackson's life after he finds his true love Jasmine Devereux in the year 1988. This novel will take you on an emotional journey that follows all the trials and tribulations they endure through the years. Even though this story is fiction, it follows a realistic timeline of events that happened in this renowned entertainer's life.

Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series. 𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content. Readers discretion is Advised Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson. Request are optional, send them to @/2badlala on Twitter.

Michael Jackson Imagines All Eras Leave requests :) 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑷𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫: 27/09/2025 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑫: 03/06/2026

Some fluffy, angsty, and smutty MJ imagines and one shots for you guys!! Feel free to leave requests/ideas for new stories in this series. Enjoy ;) - miika

𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: ⊰•❥ 𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 ➽─𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃─❥ 🤍A humble collection of ideas and scenarios that I conjure up in my mind and share with - well anyone and everyone interested!🤍 ❥━━━━༺ ☆ ༻━━━━❥ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 - 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆😬 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤: "𝕂𝔼𝔼ℙ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼," 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑨💋

In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."