[SLOW BURN] It is 2006. The trial is over, but Michael Jackson has locked himself in a prison of his own making. He is completely isolated, deeply guarded, and wholly disgusted by the press. He refuses to speak to anyone-until Maeve Carter. Maeve is Europe's most ruthless and respected journalist, and she doesn't care about tabloid garbage. She is flying to New York with one goal: get the interview, secure the massive bonus, and pay for her mother's life-saving cancer treatments. It was supposed to be a simple transaction. But when the doors to the penthouse lock, the King of Pop is nothing like the broken man the media painted. He is sharp, intimidating, and looking for a challenge. And Maeve is the first person in years who isn't afraid to give him one. #1 - mj #1 - kingofpop #1 - moonwalker #1 - mjj #1 - michaeljosephjackson #93 - fanfic

After simple paparazzi photos spark false dating rumors, Michael's world of fame easily crashed down Y/n's normal life. Feeling responsible and driven by his own protective instincts, he insists she stays with him. But when unrelated leaked photos jeopardizes his career and public image, Michael proposes a fake dating contract to distract the public. Though she wants no part of it, Y/n reluctantly agrees, needing the financial support. What starts as a hesitant living arrangement and a business deal ignites an undeniable chemistry, forcing them to deal with fame, feelings, personal issues, and the fine line between enemies and maybe even something more. (An intense Slow burn, 18+.) Cover art is mine. (Currently Editing).

"Y'know... people write songs about girls like you." "Then you better get started on that." "Oh believe me, I will." He promised, still tracing a hand over flaming skin. "Is that so, in that case how would it sound like?" I enquired whilst gently swirling the glass, watching the wine roll around its bowl. "Mmm... probably jazzy. Complicated. Enchanting in a way commanding all my attention." His touch ignited a burning flame in my stomach. Almost as if I could feel his suppressed hunger for something we both knew was inappropriate. He wasn't sober enough to even understand the consequences of his own words. So I leaned over towards him, smoothly brushed off his wandering hand and pulled him closer by the collar of his dress shirt. I whispered lowly in his ear, " No. Not like this. When you touch me, I want you to remember every second of it." •°•°• Nobody talks about the loneliness of fame. Nobody could understand how not even the brightests of spotlights could seem to erase the emptiness lingering inside once the glamour dulled. Because if you are Michael Jackson the whole world puts you on a pedestal with an image to uphold. When a night of smooth jazz at a lone bar grants Michael the opportunity to meet an elusive woman desperately wanting to be heard not only by her voice but with her saxophone as well. He finds himself desiring to meet the shadow of a girl that stole the show. Danielle Monroe survives as a background singer for her sister, never being allowed to outperform her. Between the odd gigs to boost her sister's dead end career and working at the failing Vinyl shop to make ends meet she feels her dreams slipping out of her reach. Reaching a proper stage now nothing but a hazy dream. When she meets Michael- that all changes. They soon realise that their relationship is quickly evolving into something dangerous for a superstar and a loungesinger who is only just now finding her voice again with the confidence he helped her redis

"𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲" In which Berry Gordy discovers a young Eleanor Marisol Rosario singing in diners in the Bronx and finds out she has the voice of an angel Eleanor otherwise known as Ellie becomes loved by many especially a certain member of the jackson family What happens when fame starts to get to Ellie and Michael is love really enough for the both of them? "𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞)"

Asa Collins... A brilliant pediatric surgeon. People fly across the country to have their children seen by her. She cares for her patients...maybe a little too much. Michael Jackson... A world-renowned singer and entertainer. But above all, he's a devoted father. Yet the pressures of fame are hard to manage with three children. After a difficult case, Asa decides to hang up her stethoscope and look for a new opportunity. Somewhere she can't get too attached. Michael needs help raising his children. Someone to help keep them grounded. What happens when these two cross paths?

She is used to getting everything and anyone she wants. When Michael Jackson steps into the picture her perspective changes when she can't get the one thing she really wants.... him.

"I hate you so damn much, you make my blood boil, but I can't stop thinking about you." / Evelyn Moreau was raised in the shadows of power, hidden from the blood and betrayal that built her father's empire. But when Elias Moreau is gunned down, everything changes. His death doesn't just leave a vacancy at the top-it leaves Evelyn under the protection of the one man she was never meant to get close to. Michael Jackson is cold. Calculated. Dangerous. He doesn't make mistakes, and he doesn't let people in. But Evelyn isn't a girl who takes orders, and Michael isn't the kind of man who keeps people around. Evelyn is done being protected. She wants answers. She wants revenge. And the only person standing in her way... is him. But in a world built on silence and violence, their chemistry is the one thing they can't control, and the one thing that could burn them both. He was never supposed to care. She was never supposed to fight back. But loyalty has a cost. And some truths don't stay buried.

Michael and Lily have been friends since childhood. In 1984 while shooting a Pepsi commercial something goes horribly wrong. This is a very loose and general idea as to what my story is about. This is my first fanfiction and real story so please don't judge. I have worked hard to make this story and I have tried my best. I do apologize for the bland title and any grammatical or spelling mistakes I make. I do reread this and I will try to fix anything that I find is wrong. I did try to make this as historically accurate as possible but please remember this is fanfiction. Anything that I write is written through my perception of what would have happened is certain things were different. Please vote and comment. I love to hear feedback and I am very open to constructive criticism. If you find something that is off please tell me so I can fix it and make it better. Thank you for those who read my story. It means the world to me!

౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ Aria Vale had one rule. Never let Hollywood see you cry. It worked for a while. The magazines called her the "Ice Queen," men called her difficult, and everyone who didn't know her decided she was a bitch before she even opened her mouth. Then came Michael Jackson. Not in person. Not at first. Just his name on a tour proposal, his face on billboards, and one line on a fax that pissed her off far more than it should have: "Mr. Jackson has personally approved Miss Vale for the European leg." So Aria says yes. Not because she likes him. And definitely not because she forgives him. But if Michael Jackson thinks he can turn her into a footnote in his comeback story, he's about to learn very quickly that Aria Vale was never made to stand behind anyone. ౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚