Elyanna Plestia, a rising star with a voice that captivates the world, never imagined that fame would come with a love so dangerous. When Michael Jackson, the world's biggest pop icon, notices her brilliance and charm, a secret, intoxicating romance sparks between them-full of stolen glances, whispered confessions, and hidden rendezvous. But the glare of fame is unrelenting, tabloids speculate wildly, and small cracks in trust begin to form. As their love deepens in private, the world pressures them apart, setting the stage for heartbreak, betrayal, and a love that refuses to be forgotten.

The princess of pop. The king of pop. When Nicky Dillon Monroe meets Michael Jackson an unexpected friendship changes both of their lives forever. Through fame, heartbreak, success and the constant pressure of life in the spotlight they remain each other's missing half. But as the years pass friendship begins to blur into something a lot more unknown and a lot more dangerous. This is a slow burn story of music, friendship and a love which is witnessed by the whole world but experienced only by the two of them. A love so powerful it changed their lives forever and showed them that love had never felt so good before. *This book will link to the next book which will contain the biopic and will focus on Jaafar Jackson*

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.

She had spent years convincing herself that dreams were meant for other people. Once passionate about singing and dancing, she traded the stage for late-night shifts behind the counter of a neighborhood bar, pouring drinks while pretending she didn't miss the life she'd always imagined. Music was the only thing that still made the weight of living feel a little lighter. Then, one ordinary night, she fell asleep... ...and woke up in the same city, on the same streets, but in a different decade. 1983. Struggling to make sense of a world she shouldn't exist in, an unexpected encounter leads her to audition for a top-secret production. No one knows who the artist is. The project is shrouded in secrecy. Little does she know, she's about to step into the orbit of a young performer named Michael Jackson, just as he's preparing for the project that will change music history forever. The only problem? She already knows how the story goes. Every song that hasn't been written yet. Every record that hasn't been broken. Every triumph. Every heartbreak. And every secret she's never supposed to tell.

DESTINY - HIStory ERA "Growing up around the Jackson family, Y/N always felt like part of the world her father worked so hard to manage. But while she shared an easy friendship with Marlon, Michael was different-distant, focused, and wrapped up in his music. They rarely spoke, and she never thought much of it... until the summer of 1979. Late-night rehearsals, stolen glances, and unspoken words begin to blur the lines between friendship and something more. For the first time, Michael sees her-not just as the daughter of a man he works with, but as someone he wants. And Y/N finds herself falling for the one person she was warned to stay away from. Her father has always made one thing clear: No getting close to the Jackson boys. But how can she resist when Michael is asking her to rock with him?"

a girl who grows up closely connected to the Jackson family and reunites with them in 1982 during the Thriller era. Michael Jackson has secretly had feelings for her since childhood, but misunderstandings, jealousy, and unspoken emotions slowly shape their evolving relationship.

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.

in which a taylor madison grey is the reason behind michael joseph jackson's bright life

"You don't need a voice to speak to my soul, Starlight." To the rest of the world, Michael Jackson is a larger-than-life star clad in black leather and buckles, dominating the stage on his legendary Bad tour. To Willow, he is just a gentle, lonely soul looking for a safe place to land. Willow lives in a world of absolute silence, but when her path crosses with Michael's, their connection transcends words. Through shared notebooks, late-night conversations under the night sky, and the rhythm of the music, Michael finds a love that doesn't demand anything from him. In the deepest darkness of fame, Willow becomes his starlight. Two different worlds. One silent understanding.

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.