After weeks of distance, arguments, and sleeping alone, you begin to wonder if Michael still sees you the same way he used to. But one quiet Saturday night filled with soft touches and unspoken feelings changes everything between you both for the better.

The year was 1991. 23-year-old Jane seems to be a magnet of misfortune. Life couldn't be harder for her. Abandoned by her parents, she needed to stop school to find a job in order to support her and her younger brother's needs. Little did she know that her whole life was about to change the moment she got recruited by an agency to apply as a maid in a huge ranch called 'Neverland'. Jane just wanted to have a job but Neverland gave her more than what she hoped for. She gained friends, wonderful memories, and most of all, she found heaven and love with the most unexpected person---the person that she didn't expect to fall in love with. [Highest ranking: #1 - michaeljacksonfanfiction]

Michael Jackson and the person he would've deserved. / set in BAD era / / actual events used for reference /

He wasn't crazy, a psycho or a bad person but people on the outside couldn't really tell. He was very quiet, shy and he barely talked to anyone especially about what happened that night. They just wanted to harm, abuse, knock him down and talk bad about him. He needed so much more than back lash from the other people. He needed Love and plenty of it.. From coming out of a psych ward after eight years from killing his father, one night, he runs into a beautiful woman who knows but doesn't know him. He falls for her secretly but he doesn't speak. Kenya, a local kindergarten teacher, didn't know she had the power to encounter such a powerful task. She is in a devoted relationship but how devoted will she be, when she meets a man that's so Serene? TRIGGERS: ⚠️Mentions of Suicide ⚠️Suicide Attempts ⚠️Graphic Language ⚠️Mentions of Death ⚠️Alcohol Use *Michael is not famous* All things mentioned in this story is Fiction. Any offenses please do not read.. HIGHEST RANKING: #1 MJPERV HIGHEST RANKING: #1 BADERA HIGHEST RANKING #3 MJJ HIGHEST RANKING: #2 MJFANFICTION ©️Copyrights to MissDarraina Enjoy Loves!

HIStory Tour to Invincible Era 1996-2000s "Maybe some stars are meant to be admired from a distance. Even if it's a lonely view." Himiko Dwight lives for Michael Jackson. As a devoted super fan, she pours her heart into her diary, documenting every televised glimpse and every impossible wish to meet her idol face-to-face. While a real-life encounter feels like a distant dream, her diary is about to record an entry she never thought possible: the most beautiful day of her life.

In the summer of 2026, the world is buzzing with the release of the Michael Jackson biopic. For twenty-two-year-old Xiomara Vega, the theater is a sanctuary, a place to lose herself in the music of the man she's spent her whole life admiring from afar. But as the silver screen fades to black and the hum of the theater lulls her into an exhausted sleep, the world shifts. Xiomara doesn't wake up in a plush cinema seat. She wakes up on a cold park bench in 1984, greeted by the sound of a police officer's baton and a world without smartphones, Uber, or the internet. Trapped in the neon-soaked peak of the Thriller era, Xiomara is a ghost from a future that hasn't happened yet. To survive, she secures a job at the periphery of the King of Pop's whirlwind life. She knows every headline before it breaks, every secret before it's whispered, and every heartache before it strikes. She's determined to keep her head down and find a way home, until she meets him. Michael is lonely, shielded by fame, and searching for someone who sees the man behind the sequined glove. In Xiomara's "futuristic" spirit and mysterious origins, he finds a soul he can't explain. But as the timeline begins to blur and the pull of 2026 grows stronger, Xiomara must decide: do you save the man you love from the future you already know? Or do you risk disappearing forever? The studio was quiet, the smell of old mahogany and expensive cologne hanging in the air as he reached out, his fingers barely brushing her wrist, his voice a soft, desperate anchor in the dark. "Mara, stay... with me... stay here."

Circa' 1987-1989 "....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...." Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped into his life. Amahle... a feisty southern girl who has a lot of trauma and is trying to get her life together... their journey together is interesting. Michael is Mesmerize by how real and blunt Amahle is and Amahle wants no parts of him until something or someone pushes her to give him a chance. So will she ? Mature content 18+ *this book is strictly for adults the contents in this book is not suitable for minors, sexual nature, explicit language, mentions of drugs and violence are including in this story* **Completed: 5/25/2024 -Highest Rankings- #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction #1 in applehead #1 in mjfanfic #1 in badtour #1 in mjj #2in kingofpop #2 in 80s #1 in mjjfan #1 in blackcharacters #1 in layziebone #3 in badera #2 in moonwalker #1 in mjfam

(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