𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is far from perfect. Before starting her senior year of college, she's already guaranteed her position as the black sheep of her once prestigious family. To make matters worse, she took up bedding the rival family's eldest son, Jackie Jackson. The relationship blurs the boundaries that should exist between a professor and student, but since it remains casual as much as a secret, she doesn't care how it could affect her reputation--that is until she meets Jackie's charming, sweet-talking younger brother. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 has got it all. In fact, he's the face of the music program and the record company that shot his family into local stardom. Like his talent, his popularity is immeasurable, and he seems to be the Jackson family's prized possession. So after having a tense encounter with him and his older brother, Evelyn can't help but wonder why Michael is so drawn to her and determined to convince her that she's just like him, that the Jackson family isn't all it seems. As they forge an unlikely bond, generations of secrets slowly reveal themselves and threaten to rip their families and fortunes apart at their seams, creating new animosity between the brood of brothers. In the end, the pair is set up to answer the age old question: Is blood thicker than water? And will familial burdens and status overcome the rest of their lives? Disclaimer: This story contains mentions of a large age gap/power imbalance, drug use, violence, domestic abuse and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

(Warning: This story is very erotic.) You want me? I walk down the hallway You're lucky The bedroom's my runway Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway Kiss, bite, foreplay.

(Dirty/Romantic fanfic: If you are not one of those fans, I suggest you do not read this fanfic. •No hate, please •) Your POV: Michael and I been married for two years now so, he's finally getting used to being in a relationship for so long and is getting more and more used to being himself and not his famous side around me. Michael's POV Y/N and I have been together for so long now that I think it's time to show her how I can be when I want. Especially my inner self. "I'm a Slave To Your Rhythm."

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.)

𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: ⊰•❥ 𝟏𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 💕𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 × 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹💕 𝄥𝄞────────── 𝄇 "𝑨𝒏𝒅...𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕....𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕...𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕...𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰....𝑰 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆," ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈. ⠈ . ⠈. 🧸𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬: "𝕂𝔼𝔼ℙ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼," 💕𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑨💕 •.•:•:•:•:•:•:💜•.•:•:•:•:•:•:

[Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards winner 2016.] Bad Era - 1987. Becky Costello is a young adult in college. At this college is a ruthless gang known as The Jax. Breathe on them and you're in their debt - that's how much they mean business. When a new student joins The Jax, Becky finds herself rubbing shoulders with him more than a few times. Despite her best efforts to avoid him, one thing she can't avoid is her strange attraction to his eyes. They always seem to be on her, regardless of where she is and what she's doing. As soon as the new The Jax member is forced into spending more time with Becky, things take a turn in their rocky relationship - which sees them both embark on a lifelong journey of growth, development and life-changing ordeals. Note: this story is very cliché, because I wrote it at age 14/15 when I was new to fanfiction. The first few chapters are edited, however the remaining chapters are in their original form. I have kept it published due to its (unexpected) popularity. Thank you for reading! Highest ranking: #3 in #kingofpop

Michael Jackson and reader stories (NOT PREGNANT‼️‼️) for Cadee

I've recently become such a devoted fan of Michael Jackson, and it honestly breaks my heart that I only discovered his magic after he was gone. It feels like a love with no physical place to land - a love that lives somewhere between admiration, imagination, and longing for the kindness he gave to the world. This short story takes place between 1990 and 1992, during the Dangerous era, when Michael was at the height of his fame yet still searching for peace. It follows a young woman who, after attending one of his concerts, unexpectedly finds herself offering Michael a safe place to stay for the night when paparazzi make it impossible for him to return to his hotel. As the days quietly unfold, the two build an emotional connection built on trust, innocence, and understanding. I've grown to adore Michael not just for his music, but for how generous, gentle, and genuine he was in everything he did. This story is my little way of honoring that - and my heart goes out to all the fans who had tickets to This Is It, and to every woman who ever saw him for the sweetheart he truly was.