A world of fame, control, and carefully crafted perfection hides two minds quietly unraveling behind the spotlight. Celeste Saint Clair is a supermodel born into beauty and shaped by pressure, where every smile is performance and every success comes at a cost she never agreed to pay. Trapped between an image-obsessed industry and a controlling family, she survives a life that looks golden from the outside but feels suffocating within. On the other side of fame, Michael Jackson lives inside a world of brilliance and isolation, where music is both escape and burden. Haunted by recurring dreams of a woman he has never met, his reality begins to blur as creativity, memory, and obsession slowly intertwine. When their worlds begin to inch closer through the machinery of fame : magazines, events, and the entertainment industry, something impossible starts to take shape. Recognition before meeting. Connection before touch. Memory before reality. In a world where everyone is seen, but few are truly known, the line between destiny and illusion begins to disappear.

A girl from the future. A man carrying a world too heavy for his shoulders. And a place where time doesn't behave the way it should. In Neverland, everything feels possible... until reality starts demanding back what was never meant to stay. ... To all the fans who would go back in time to save him.

Michael has always been sweet. Always been careful. Always been good. So why does the way he looks at you feel like something dangerous? - a story about being seen by the wrong person, at exactly the right moment. [michael jackson x fem!reader | late 70s | jackie's wife | slow burn tension] mature themes. read at your own risk.

After years of failed auditions and closed doors in Los Angeles, Y/N is ready to give up. Then the phone rings: they want her as a dancer for Michael Jackson's Bad tour. It's 1987. The world knows Michael Jackson as the biggest star on the planet, but Y/N is about to meet the man behind the icon. Between rehearsals, stages, and nights that stretch longer than they should, something grows between them that neither of them knows how to name. A tension that shouldn't be there. A chemistry neither one is looking for, but can't shut off either. This story mixes real-life events and works of fiction. It's a perfect mix of romance and highly explicit 18+ content. Recommended playlist for reading: "Michael Jackson: Night Rain in the Limousine | Chill Mix for Study, Sleep & Meditation | TKIC" on Youtube 👑 CHAPTERS EVERY SUNDAY 👑

{Bad era} 🥀 How Does it feel Living with the Man you loved to death who gets Abusive all out of sudden and turns your life upside down.. He was sick in the head he was dangerous and the things he was able to do to me were horrific Whenever i tried to escape from him he finds me back and takes me back wanting to hurt me more and more.. But until when? This is My second book ! Im in love with it already and i hope you will love it to❤️

Mia Smith, a 25-years old young woman, she finished college and is looking for a job... one day she got lucky enough to get to work with the oh-so-famous King Of Pop, Michael Jackson during his Dangerous World Tour from 1992-1993. Highest ranking: #1 applehead #968 michael #1 dangerousera

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆. Winter Sterling is perfectly content staying invisible. Hiding behind the towering shelves of her favorite quiet libraries and a sharp, sarcastic defense mechanism, she knows how the world looks at her mismatching eyes. She is the midnight sky, quiet, guarded, and wrapped in shadows. Michael Jackson is the sun personified. Alive with music, surrounded by a roaring crowd, and carrying a warmth that can melt the coldest defenses. He is the biggest entertainer on the planet, but beneath the blinding lights of the upcoming Bad era, he is desperately searching for a place to just breathe. When a chance encounter brings the King of Pop into Winter's quiet sanctuary, two completely different worlds collide. He was looking for a place to hide. She never expected to be the one to guide him home. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍."

Have you ever imagined having two lives? Be two people at the same time? I bet you have. But between thinking about it and actually living it, there was a very big difference, believe it. Imagine... Natalie, a sweet and delicate woman. Karla, sexy and imposing. Which one would you choose? What's your type? Hard, I know. We're gonna let Michael answer this one... Warning: This book contains strong language and a LOT of smut. So, if you feel uncomfortable with reading this, then skip it. I have a lot more books on my profile that are more romantic. We got 6th place on #michaeljackson i love y'all sm for that.

"You should stop looking at me like that," I whispered. Michael's smile was small, almost careful. "Like what?" "Like you know exactly what I'm thinking." His eyes stayed on mine. "I don't," he said softly. "But I'd like to." - Arthemis Lou becomes Hollywood's newest obsession after a role that hits too close to her real life. Michael Jackson is already living under the kind of spotlight she's only beginning to fear. They meet quietly, behind the noise, and what starts as understanding turns into something softer, deeper, and harder to hide. A slow-burn romance about fame, tension, healing, and two souls the world was never meant to understand.

Margaux Ysabelle Harlow was untouchable. Heiress. Socialite. Legacy. Her name opened doors, cleared rooms, and turned heads before she even walked in. She had the power of old money, the beauty of a Hollywood starlet, and the temper of someone who had never been told no. Until she was. One very public, very chaotic catfight landed her front and center on social media for all the wrong reasons-and just like that, Margaux was expelled from the exclusive school she once ruled. Her parents, done cleaning up her messes, sent her somewhere even stricter. Older. Colder. They sent her to The House of Langford. An elite institution tucked deep in England, where children of royalty, politicians, and billionaires were raised not just to lead-but to dominate. It wasn't just a school. It was a kingdom. With traditions older than the country itself, crests on the stone walls, and rumors of secret societies behind every velvet curtain. Margaux hated it. Until he walked in. Professor Michael Jackson. Not a joke. Not someone you could laugh at-not when he looked like that. Tall, dark, dangerously hot and handsome. He wore his suits like armor. Spoke in clipped sentences. Never smiled. And most shocking of all-he didn't care who Margaux Harlow was. Didn't look twice. Didn't blink. Didn't flirt. He was completely, painfully unmoved. And Margaux had never been so obsessed.