Circa' 1987-1989 "....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...." Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped into his life. Amahle... a feisty southern girl who has a lot of trauma and is trying to get her life together... their journey together is interesting. Michael is Mesmerize by how real and blunt Amahle is and Amahle wants no parts of him until something or someone pushes her to give him a chance. So will she ? Mature content 18+ *this book is strictly for adults the contents in this book is not suitable for minors, sexual nature, explicit language, mentions of drugs and violence are including in this story* **Completed: 5/25/2024 -Highest Rankings- #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction #1 in applehead #1 in mjfanfic #1 in badtour #1 in mjj #2in kingofpop #2 in 80s #1 in mjjfan #1 in blackcharacters #1 in layziebone #3 in badera #2 in moonwalker #1 in mjfam

Living in paris, after leaving her toxic ex-boyfriend,Y/N just got her degree in creative media production. Dreaming to become a journalist/interviewer at this city of an apple, further then, she will get that call who will just make her dream come true that will change her life forever. you will be changed. TW : mental abuse, mental illness, violence, slight mentions of child abuse ,swearing & manipulation. (while thriller era) (every pictures used are NOT mine but off Pinterest) 14+ ♡ the French version is up on my profite too! La version française est sur mon profil également! this is my first fanfic so please be gentle :) HIGHEST RANKINGS #9 MJ #24 strangers to lovers #45 Michael Jackson

She was never supposed to exist in his world. Evelyn was a medical student-rational, precise, learning how to understand life through anatomy, not emotion. He was Michael Jackson-a global phenomenon, a name carved into fame itself, existing under constant light, constant eyes, constant expectation. They were never meant to meet. Never meant to collide. And yet they did. A love that lived between silence and chaos, logic and passion,control and surrender,being drowned in the lights of spotlights. But love is not always enough. Not when one person dreams of forever... and the other is still learning how to breathe. Because some loves don't end. They fracture. And even when the world believes the story is over- it continues in silence. In memory. In everything that was never said.