Lauren is an 18 year old, senior high school student with a little secret. She writes fanfiction. And not just about anybody. Her stories are steaming hot stories about Michael Jackson. Little does she know, that Michael actually happens to read them... ALSO: Don't judge the age gap between Lauren and Michael before you've read the story. The issue about the age difference is a part of the plot, and is very well discussed between the two main characters. You'll see what I mean. (hopefully) FOR ADULTS ONLY!!! ~~~ Written and completed in 2018 Word count: 211.389

Derrière les grilles du vieux manoir, un homme vit caché du monde dont personne ne connaît réellement son visage.
 Et les rares habitants ayant aperçu sa silhouette parlent d'une présence presque irréelle. Lorsqu'Alayna fuit son père au beau milieu d'une nuit d'orage, blessée et terrifiée, c'est pourtant vers ce domaine interdit qu'elle court sans réfléchir. Cette nuit-là, elle ne découvre pas un monstre. Mais un homme mystérieux, dangereux pour son cœur dissimulant une double vie qu'elle n'aurait jamais dû approcher. Ceci est une fanfiction Michael Jackson n'est pas connu dans cette histoire mais vous retrouverez beaucoup de références. .BAD ERA. Contient des scène matures.

Hi all! I know a lot of you love this book, and I have been horribly depriving you of updates for like four years now. I'm so sorry, life has just been crazy, and I've just gotten older, haha. That said, with age and college, I have developed my writing skills and decided that revisiting this book to fix it would be fun. I re-read it not too long ago, and while I absolutely love it, I see a lot of room for improvement, and here I am now to do that. I didn't want to publish an entirely new book and cause confusion, so I'm adding the edited versions of the chapters to the original. Some of the plot will change as well (just for realism purposes) and if you want, you always have the option to go back and read the OG, but from now on, all new updates to the book will be fresh, new, revised, and edited chapters of existing chapters, then after that, I'll add on with new stuff. I hope you guys enjoy, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask! Enjoy!! Original Description: If you know about the mini series called "Daddy" in my Michael Jackson Imagines book, then you have any idea of what this might be. THIS IS NOT DDLG (daddy dom little girl) Rose is just a little... slow 💔 Forget any of those things happened in the daddy series, pretend that's a different universe. This is the same people, same names, same roles. Just different story content. If you're confused, please let me know and I'll try and help you : ) Updates will be slow, I like to take my time to make sure what I'm writing is of reading quality. I love all of you ❤️

[18+ Explicit] - Sexual Content❗stay away if you don't want Michael in sexual relationship 😬 ☆ If you're looking for some marshmallows, rainbows, and unicorns, this is NOT the fic for you ☆ ⚠️This story is experimental. Not for review book submission IYKWIM This story is an expansion of the one-shot, MIDNIGHT LOVER, from Be My Valentine book. Synopsis: He is her Tarzan. She is his Faye. Everything is just friendly between them not until they crossed the line, forcing them to face the harsh reality of life. Are they going to find their way back to each other and be together again or their red string will be broken? Tags Concerns: • Jesse Williams (AKA Jackson Avery) is a supporting character. A second lead. ©️ credits to all rightful owners of the photos I used.

Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

(Warning! This story contains: disturbing, 18+, angst, strong language, sexual content and Violence.) Love can be total destruction and here is the perfect case: Years ago, she escaped a man who was never meant to be loved, a man consumed by power, lust and rage. The criminal world he ruled was all that mattered to him. And now he's found her again. "Falling for me was the biggest mistake that you could have ever done." ___________________________________________ A man fueled with rage can't seem to let go of the soul that once loved him so dearly, but he took it all for granted. He hates her dearly, but he worships the ground that she walks on. She tried to love him, she gave him so many chances and did what no other person would do for a man as wicked as him and now she's paying the price for once being a part of his life. He knew he was no good for her, yet he refuses to let her go. She was helpless but she also knew one thing: Walking away from Michael was never the end of the story. It was only the beginning.

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

The neighbor knows his name, but she kinda wishes she didn't.