𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.. 𝗺𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹..˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

She has a name for each man she pleases. He's determined to find out her real one. 2020 MJFAs Winner. [COMPLETED]

This is the story about Michael and Miracle.

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈.... 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧ఌ ⚠︎︎𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝︎︎

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

Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series. 𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content. Readers discretion is Advised Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson. Request are optional, send them to @/2badlala on Twitter.

He's the boss and he's the boss in every way. (Story you've probably seen on here before, but it is mine. The other author stole it from me and claimed it as her own. So to protect my story, I have had hers taken down and I'm publishing my story now.)

Michael Jackson, the legend and superstar, survived an awful car crash, but ended up in a wheelchair, paralyzed from waist down. His old life is now only a vague memory for the amazing musician and entertainer, and he needs help with a majority of his everyday life. He has withdrawn into a shell of depression and isolation, and he pushes everyone away. Now he just fired his personal assistant, and is desperately searching for a new one. But nobody wants to apply for the job, because of his bitter and angry behaviour. They would only get fired in a couple of months anyway, just like all of the others. Until Beanie crosses his path. ~~~ Written and completed in 2018 Word count: 153.410

Rose Cardin, a Frenchwoman exiled in Los Angeles, juggles her job at a convenience store with her role as a dancer in a private club. In this city where anything can happen, she catches the attention of an enigmatic client known for his absolute discretion. Hidden behind a mask and an impenetrable mystery, he demands private performances at his home in a dark, secret room, away from prying eyes. Persuaded by her boss, Rose agrees. But each meeting comes with a strange tension: the man's silence, his piercing gaze, the way he orchestrates every detail of their encounters... Gradually, she is drawn into this universe, both alluring and unsettling. As the nights pass and her mysterious client's demands intensify, Rose begins to ask herself questions: Why so many precautions? What secret lies behind the mask? And most importantly, what does she represent to him? In this city where fame and loneliness intertwine, Rose must navigate between the light of her aspirations and the shadow of her own desires to uncover the truth. But some secrets are perhaps better left undiscovered...

(Completed) For 18+ please. Contain sexual scenes and vulgarity. 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.