'𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆' : When Monique gets starred in one of the best-selling movies of her decade, her and Michael Jackson's relationship gets harder to hide.

"Mumma..." I looked up as our two-year-old son climbed onto the bed. Michael was asleep against my chest, one arm around my waist, exhausted after another sleepless night. Prince reached out and gently touched his father's cheek. "Daddy hurt?" For a moment, I couldn't answer. I looked down at the man sleeping in my arms. The world called him a legend. A superstar. A king. They saw the records, the awards, the crowds that screamed his name. They saw the glitter. The spotlight. The magic. What they never saw was the strength it took to smile when his heart was breaking. What they never saw was the man who carried the weight of millions while silently carrying his own pain. Prince looked at me again. "Why Daddy hurt?" I brushed Michael's curls away from his forehead and smiled softly. "Because sometimes, sweetheart, the people who give the most love are the ones who get hurt the most." "Then who help Daddy?" My throat tightened. Because years ago, I had asked myself the same question. I had seen his future. Every tragedy. Every betrayal. Every headline. Every tear. I watched fate prepare to destroy the most beautiful soul I had ever known. And I made a choice. I refused to let it. So I fought for him. Again. And again. And again. Until the future I saw was no longer the future waiting for him. I kissed Michael's forehead as he shifted closer in his sleep. The world remembers the King of Pop. But this story isn't about a king. It's about a man who never stopped loving despite everything life threw at him. And a woman who loved him enough to change destiny itself. I saw Michael Jackson's future. And I saved him. "Book One of the Michael & His Guardian Angel series. This is where their extraordinary journey begins-a story of love, faith, sacrifice, and destiny that will continue in Book Two."

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 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.

It's 1988. Lauren Porter is a 24 year-old living in New York. She feels like the unluckiest person in the World because she missed the opportunity to go see Michael Jackson during the Bad Tour. When given an exciting opportunity, an interesting door opens for Lauren. She is exposed to the craziness of love and lust, being caught in an unintentional triangle. Will Lauren get a happy ending, or will she remain tangled and torn?

"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.

It's 1984, Michael has just been burned while doing the Pepsi commercial. It's chaos everywhere. Michael is in intense pain and is rushed to Cedars-Sinai medical center. Slipping in and out of consciousness while feeling emotions of hurt, betrayal, suspicion and hopelessness, tears stream down his eyes. Diana the woman he loved wouldn't even come to see him. He can't begin to put into words the kind of heartbreak he's feeling... until Bella Ramsey crosses his path. This story follows from the thriller era to the bad era. Please Note: in the course of this book, there will be very difficult mentions of abuse, violence and other sensitive topics, feel free to pass this book if it disturbs you, I do not intend to make anyone uncomfortable in the course of this book. So sit back and enjoy 😉 There might be a sequel... let's keep our fingers crossed 🤞🏿

You're the music industry's newest obsession. A rising pop-star whose debut album has turned you into an overnight sensation. You're young, confident, and determined to prove you're more than just "the next big thing", you're fighting to earn your place in an industry that doesn't take newcomers seriously. Michael has been at the top for years. A chart-topping superstar with sold-out tours and a reputation that's become almost as famous as his music. To the public. he has everything: success, fame, and a career most artists only dream of. But after years in the spotlight, he's grown tired of the pressure, the expectations, and the media. When the media begins pitting you two against each other, every interview, award show, and headline fuels a rivalry neither of you asked for. The world is convinced you're enemies. But as your paths continue to cross, you both see past the rumors and public personas. What starts as a bitter rivalry turns into a friendship, and before either of you realize it, something much deeper. Yet with millions of fans watching your every moves, a relationship could cost you both everything you've worked for. best rank: #20 in Michael Jackson

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?

❝ YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE ❞ ❝ I'VE HEARD THAT BEFORE ❞ : ̗̀➛ IN WHICH, Marianne Love desires to be known around the world, and Michael Jackson can help her get there. May 21st, 2026 - june 25th, 2026 @-wonderiand 2026