BOOK I When a small town girl who can barely get a grip of her own life, runs into a big time Mafia boss, she realizes she's in for the ride of her life. Through the ups and downs, this duo will become a power house, taking the world by storm. Tragedy will strike when greed, money, power and lust begin to take over. Will this power couple make it out alive or will their reign come to a tragic end?

Strong language, Dangerous situations, trigger warnings, sexual content {Mature Audience Only} The Sequel to "You Own Me" Highly recommend You read the first book to understand this book! "You're not getting away from me this time Cyd"

What happens when your father sells you to the baddest mafia boss?

Vol. 2: This is a sequel to My Fucking Smooth Criminal, and if you haven't read that yet, I suggest that you do, to get the whole understanding of the craziness. As far as craziness is understandable... All of Michael's personalities are back, together with his all time companion and now fiancé, Gail. Will they eventually get married? And if they do, which one of the Michaels is going to walk her up the aisle? Will the cops find them? And last but not least, will Gail get pregnant? They've been mating like rabbits ever since they met, so... And after all, this IS a Michael Jackson fanfic, and pretty much EVERY main character aka girlfriends ends up pregnant. Maybe you'll be too, just by reading? With a whole litter of kids! Because... That's just Michael. And I'm just an author who is planning to take you on another unpredictible, steaming hot and probably also nerve wrecking trip with Michael and Gail. Enjoy! ~~~ Written and completed in 2018/2019 Word count: 112.229

Vol. 1: Gail Wetherby was living on the rough side of life. She wasn't a badass criminal, but she sure wasn't any angel, either. When she crosses path with a Police officer, something or someone is about to change. Question is; Is it her... Or is it him? WARNING: This story contains a LOT of swearing. But also drug abuse, violence and sex scenes etc. So if this offends you, keep scrolling. If you read it, don't complain. Also: In this story MJ is NOTHING like he was in reality. Hey, it's fiction, not a book of facts. What did you expect? Viewers discression is advised! Period. ~~~ Written and completed in 2018 Word count: 71.844

Melissa, a 24 Year old girl working at a bar. One sunday night When she is working A man, dressed in a white suit with a white fedora shows up. Curious about him, she can't stop looking. But, she has never seen him before Who is he?

(Warning! This story contains: Abuse, sexual content,drugs, strong language and Violence.) What would you do if you were kidnapped into the dark underworld full of drugs trafficking, mafia's and thieves and to your great surprise also to be replaced With a used to be mafia woman you never knew or saw. what will Imani do when she finds out about the shocking truth? How a normal Life of Imani the accountant could turn into her biggest nightmare yet the Start of something new so easily. A target and victim of the underworld's desire. Claimed by the Don Michael Jackson.

*UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* My back slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. The skin on my back was raised in goosebumps from the temperature of the rough wall. I couldn't even feel myself breathe anymore as the air was hitched in my throat. "Oh doll, why'd you back up? Are you scared of me?" he states with a newly found grin on his face. "You should be." WARNING: Mature Content - A TON OF SMUT - Situations on cruelty and violence - References to drugs and alcohol

Dear Professor, Does it bother you that you're ten years older than me? Have you even thought it's wrong that you watched me fuck another person on camera for months? What do you want from me, really? All | wanted was my letter of recommendation, but now l'm stuck, aren't I? Stuck under your thumb... and your body. From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of twenty-two. You've got me good, haven't you? But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I've found your skeleton, and it's time to dust. I'll see you in class. Oh and sir? I'm not wearing any panties. Love, Lauren PS: you're an asshole.