Y/n never meant to become obsessed with Michael Jackson. What started as harmless nostalgia quickly turned into sleepless nights, endless interviews, and grief for a man she never even met. But after hearing his final recorded words one late night in 2019, everything changes. She wakes up inside the Carolwood mansion on June 25th, 2009, the day Michael Jackson dies. With only two hours before history repeats itself, Y/n is thrown into a house filled with anxious staff, closed doors, and a tragedy nobody else sees coming. Saving him should be simple. So why does it feel impossible?

In the small, working-class streets of Gary, Indiana in the 1970s, Inaya Smith lived with her mother in a modest house just a few doors down from the Jackson family. It wasn't the kind of place that felt important on a map, but to her, it was the whole world. The Jacksons were already known in the neighbourhood for being kind, grounded, and full of music that seemed to spill out of their home like sunlight through cracked curtains. Inaya's mother had become close friends with Katherine Jackson. Because of that friendship, Inaya was always welcome next door. That's where she met Michael. At first, he was just a quiet boy with sharp eyes and an old soul, often humming rhythms on the porch steps or tapping beats on anything within reach. But over time, something unspoken formed between them-a bond built on shared childhood, simple kindness, and understanding that didn't need explaining. They grew up side by side, through school days, backyard games, and long evenings when the air smelled like summer rain and music. Inaya saw Michael not as a rising star, but as the boy who laughed too hard at small jokes, who got lost in melodies no one else could hear yet, and who sometimes just needed someone to sit beside him in silence. And when fame finally came-fast, bright, and overwhelming-it didn't feel like something that included both of them. The world pulled him away in flashes of cameras and roaring crowds. The streets of Gary became distant memory to everyone else, but not to Inaya. She watched from afar as his name grew bigger than the town they once shared, as his life became something the world talked about but never truly understood. And still, she loved him. Quietly. Deeply. The kind of love that doesn't demand attention or return, just remembers. Still, in her heart, he was never just the "Michael Jackson" the world saw. He was the boy from next door in Gary, Indiana. #20 Michaeljackson #16 Moonwalker #33 Kingofpop #3 Mjxreaded #5 Michael #2 Mjfam

Be his wife. Bear his burdens. Don't fall. Or you'll be crushed by the weight. Michael Jackson returns to the spotlight with his growing family, unaware that their joy comes with responsibility as heavy as sorrow. Beneath the cameras and acclaim, postpartum shadows, betrayal, and scandal grind against the sanctity of your marriage. Happiness exacts its cost in the limelight. And nothing is heavier to bear than the weight of joy. ____ The short story sequel to "The Will To Bear," taking place in the year after the events of the final chapter. As if 1996 wasn't bad enough. psychological | unreliable narrator | drama

Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

How far must you run from your roots to find yourself? And what price do you pay for dreams in a world that constantly rewrites the rules? When Midorii Madeline Takemura came into the world, no one assumed her life would turn out this way. Growing up in the shadow of family expectations, tradition, and preordained roles, she was meant to be just another obedient piece in a perfect puzzle. Fate, however, had other plans. Her desire for freedom and her own voice hurled her into the brutal world of show business, a place where the glare of the spotlights can blind you, and every attempt to be yourself becomes a fight for survival. On the other hand, when Michael Joseph Jackson stood on stage as a child, the world saw a wunderkind born to change the history of music. Yet, few noticed that beneath the mask of genius and a flawless smile lay a man trapped in the golden cage of his own fame. Condemned to constant judgment, hounded by the media, and stripped of his privacy. In these two tragic, pain-filled stories, no one could have predicted that amidst the blinding flash of cameras and omnipresent falsehood, two such vastly different stars would see in each other something more than just a media image. In a world that feeds on their suffering, will they manage to find sanctuary? Or will the destiny that brought them together prove to be their greatest curse? (slow-burn.)

Sold to Be a Yakuza Wife I am Angelie Dela Torre-the unwanted daughter of two irresponsible people who never deserved to be parents. My biological father was a gambling addict, my mother a woman who found comfort in other men. If fate hadn't intervened, my life would have been nothing but chaos and shame. But fate did intervene. I was adopted by Andres and Constancia Dela Torre, a wealthy couple who couldn't have children of their own. They gave me everything my biological parents never could-love, education, and a future. I grew up protected, refined, and far removed from the filth of my origins. By the time I became an Assistant Fashion Design Manager, my life was calm. Successful. Happy. Or so I thought. One night, everything shattered. I was kidnapped. When I woke up, I wasn't in my country anymore-I was on a ship, bound for somewhere I didn't recognize. That was when I learned the truth: my biological father had found me... and sold me. Sold me to pay off his massive gambling debt. Sold me as a bride. When I arrived in Japan, I met him-the man who would own my future. A man so devastatingly handsome he looked unreal, like a god carved from shadows and sin. Then he smiled. A slow, wicked grin that promised ruin. Because he wasn't just any man. He was Yakuza. And I was bound to marry him. From that moment on, I knew my life was no longer my own-and whatever awaited me in his world would be far darker, more dangerous, and more twisted than anything I had ever imagined.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.

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.

What begins as an awkward wrong-number call turns into nightly conversations with a boy who somehow doesn't know what Wi-Fi is, keeps mentioning recording sessions, and talks about a world that feels decades behind hers. Wendy thinks he's joking. Until details stop adding up. Because somehow, impossibly, the stranger on the other end of the line is Michael Jackson. And he's calling her from 1987.

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.