'𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓' (micheal jackson x fem! reader) Growing up, Y/n always knew what she wanted to be, who she wanted to be. She wanted to be the pretty girl on the big tv screen who everyone loved and adored. Her parents saw her potential, they saw how much she devoted her time to practicing and singing so they finally found her a gig. And after that, her story only goes up. 🌷started: 3.15.26 🤍 finished: 6.23.26

[Completed] [18+] It's summer, 1979 when Michael Jackson turns 21, releases "Off the Wall," and meets his first love. ~*~*~ Nicole: You're in hotels a lot, huh? Michael: Yes. Most would pause to wonder how often is "a lot," but Michael didn't. He answered very matter-of-factly. Nicole could relate to the feeling of loneliness, being the only child of two hard-working parents. She watched his hands continue to play on the table, now reaching for the dish of sugar packets. He pulled out two, tipping them together like a tippee. Then mirrored the motion with two more. Nicole: You seem like a lonely person... I am too. She wasn't sure what propelled the words. Instantly Nicole felt the urge to apologize. Still pinching the sugar, Michael's eyes drifted up to hers, meeting for a second before looking away again. There was something about this stranger, maybe the softness in his bashful smile, that Nicole felt like she could trust. And if not, oh well, she'd never see him again anyway. Michael: Then we should be friends. We can be lonely together. ~*~*~ 🌻 This is a love story with a slow build. I promise, it's worth the wait! ⭐ Winner of the 2022 Michael Jackson FanFiction Awards for "Best Off the Wall Era FanFic" Highest Ranking: #5 in michaeljackson; #1 in michaeljacksonfanfiction; #1 in kingofpop, #1 in icon, #9 in fandom 🎤Inspired by true events in the life of Michael Jackson... but largely fictional.

He's a killer with no heart. She's the girl with too much of one. Michael Jackson is the cold-blooded mafia king, feared across cities. Ruthless. Untouchable. Addicted to power and women, but never love. Until her. Layla is everything he's not-soft, sweet, and far too innocent for his world. She believes there's good in everyone... even in monsters like him. But when she's kidnapped by Michael's enemies, the devil in him awakens. What starts as a rescue turns into obsession that he try so hard to deny. And Michael's not the kind of man who lets go. Can love melt a heart made of stone? Or will she just become his favorite possession? ______________ This story contains sensitive themes including sexual assault, rape, self-harm, depression, sexual content, violence, and murder. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please read with caution or prioritize your mental well-being first. ❤️

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!

(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

*UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* My back slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. The skin on my back was raised in goosebumps from the temperature of the rough wall. I couldn't even feel myself breathe anymore as the air was hitched in my throat. "Oh doll, why'd you back up? Are you scared of me?" he states with a newly found grin on his face. "You should be." WARNING: Mature Content - A TON OF SMUT - Situations on cruelty and violence - References to drugs and alcohol