India Westbrooks is a 22 year old single mother who has a job as a stripper to provide for herself and her 4 year old daughter, Ava. What happens when India meets Michael Jackson one night for a lap dance and they become very close?

What happens when your father sells you to the baddest mafia boss?

When Coco gets offered a job to tutor Michaels 2 children prince and Paris Prince and Paris really like Coco, Michael agrees with them but in a more adult kinda way... what will happen next? Read to fined out. <3 A̳u̳t̳h̳o̳r̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳e̳:̳ This book is will contain mature content that may not be suitable for young viewers. (Read at your own risk) In this book I will update as much as possible. Please comment, I love to hear feedback and what you all think of this book. You are welcome to use any era you want, but I am using mature era <3 ........... Hope you enjoy my lil Mooneis ❤️

Mia had seen far too much by the tender age of 11. She was abused and treated like an animal for most of her life. One day her mother beat her senseless which landed her in the hospital. Michael Jackson happened to be in NYC that day too, handing out toys to children at Mount Sinai. Fate had brought Michael to Mia, and he saved her in every way possible. Both Michael and Mia struggle to adjust into each other's lives. Michael being a single dad, tries his hardest to be the best father possible to his 4 children. Mia, now being the youngest of Michael's children, tries her best to fit into the family. *This is my first time actually writing a story like this so forgive me if it's all over the place. I'm not sure if anyone will even read this lol but if anyone comes across this story, I hope you enjoy ❤️*

Semaj is 17 with big dreams and goals but meeting 21 year old drug dealin', shit talkin', trouble makin', Michael Jackson was not planned. Her life turned a full 360 after the night she met him. Not your average bad boy meets good girl story but see for yourself! "I can conquer the world with one hand as long as you're holding the other."

"I-I never stopped loving you, you know..." I softly croak out, my eyes connected with the floor. "No matter how bad you hurt me, I just can't stop loving you, Michael." "I'm sorry for hurting you, Ariana. I really am. I know there's nothing that I can do to change what I did but I just can't stop loving you either." He inches closer to me. My eyes flutter and I'm still very woozy from chugging down all those mouthfuls of tequila but no amount of alcohol could get me as drunk as I feel when I'm with Michael. "I love you so much, it hurts." I admit while staring into Michael's chocolate brown orbs. He leans in so close to the point where if either of us made a move, we'd be kissing again. "I forgive you, Michael." I state. "For everything, I just want to move on, I just need you to let me love you." ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️- this story does contain smut, mature themes and language, if any of those trigger you, please do not read.