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]

COMPLETED First ever completed story so I hope you don't mind if it is a little sucky. Casandra Hyden has the privilege of working with the one and only King Of Pop. They re always together but mostly despise each other. What happens when fate brings them together? Will they come to their senses and accept one another? {Disclaimer. Michael's career is definitely not in chronological order and may have not actually occured but this a fanfic right? Its made up.}

[18+] [Thriller-Dangerous] They met as children, a bracelet between them, a promise neither fully understood. Years later, fame, silence, and misunderstandings keep them apart-yet the love they share refuses to fade. He became untouchable. She disappeared. But some loves refuse to be forgotten.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. A survivor and single mom has faced numerous challenges in her life, including an abusive relationship that left a lasting impact. When a close friend presents her with an exciting opportunity to meet the "BAD" sensational star Michael Jackson, her world takes an unexpected turn. As their paths cross, emotions begin to blossom. Will this be the turning point she needs, or will her past continue to cast a shadow over her future? Can Michael find love at the peak of his career, or will fame and pressure make things too complicated? Find out. Story created via MJFiction.com: Jul 28, 2013 Impressive Rankings: 1 #mj 1 #mjfam 1 #1980s 1 #kingofpop 1 #mjfanfic 2 #michaeljacksonfanfic 2 #badera 3 #love 3 #michaeljackson 4 #mjj 4 #moonwalker 4 #pasttrauma 5 #80s 8 #forbiddenlove 11 #adultromance 13 #celebrity 16 #singer 20 #softromance 26 #healing

"Shit- let me look at that....can you scoot over?" The apparition ignored my request. As my eyes adjusted, I knew I was dreaming. Or dying. This had to be a pre-death hallucination. "Man- if you got a phone you might wanna call an ambulance...cause I keep thinking you are my ex. So I know something's seriously wrong. " "Yeah. Me being here is indeed wrong. And your head's been impaired long before now. But let me see what damage you done this time. Scoot. If you can. Please." Michael? This story takes place in Ireland, December 2006. I am taking liberties with the timeline and events...as we know Michael left shortly before Lisa arrived in Ireland. Let's visit a parallel universe...Enjoy!

She went to Michael Jackson's concert expecting one unforgettable night. She didn't expect him to notice her. One glance from the stage turns into backstage passes, midnight phone calls and a man who suddenly wants to know everything about her. At first, it feels like a dream. Until Mai realizes Michael isn't just interested. He's watching. He's waiting. And he doesn't seem ready to let her go.

(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

Disowned and left to herself Maeve gets kicked out of her childhood home when she needed the help of her family the most. Years passed and Maeve found her passion but when she gets the chance to work as a Chef for Michael Jackson's Bad World Tour she didn't hesitate to take the opportunity. Soon Michael and Maeve become inseparable and Maeve made it her mission to keep Michael sane and healthy throughout the tour, because after all he loves to tour 🤌🏽 Their friendship quickly turns into more but certain events make them think they aren't meant to be. To proof them wrong, the universe sent a very clear message.