[Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards winner 2016.] Bad Era - 1987. "There's always something to live for." Citria Espinosa is a young woman whose life has been turned upside down with the recent death of her mother. With no need for a job due to her inheritance, she spends her time aiming to live a carefree life as a form of escapism from the harsh reality she's in. However, when she stumbles upon a stranger sat on the curb not far from where she lives, she realises that his reality is even harsher than hers. Suicidal and lonely - with no confidence or trust in the outside world - he is taken under her wing and she promises that they will remain friends ... ... For Forever and a Half. Note: this story mentions heavily the affects of mental health issues, suicide and self-harm. If this is a sensitive topic to you, please read at your own caution, or do not read at all. You are so loved regardless of what you believe. I love you. Thank you for being here. Highest rankings: #1 in #michaeljosephjackson #1 in #kingofpop #4 in #badera

"You don't need a voice to speak to my soul, Starlight." To the rest of the world, Michael Jackson is a larger-than-life star clad in black leather and buckles, dominating the stage on his legendary Bad tour. To Willow, he is just a gentle, lonely soul looking for a safe place to land. Willow lives in a world of absolute silence, but when her path crosses with Michael's, their connection transcends words. Through shared notebooks, late-night conversations under the night sky, and the rhythm of the music, Michael finds a love that doesn't demand anything from him. In the deepest darkness of fame, Willow becomes his starlight. Two different worlds. One silent understanding.

"In a neighborhood ruled by pride, you don't play with fire, especially when your brother holds the matches." Darryl is back from his prestigious boarding school, but the neon-lit streets of New York don't care about a diploma. To Mini Max and his crew, Darryl is just a boy who grew soft. He's a target who needs to prove he's still "bad" enough to survive the block. As Mini Max's street-smart younger sister, Carmen knows exactly how dangerous her brother's games can get. She tells herself she's only keeping an eye on Darryl to keep the peace, but late-night talks on fire escapes and hidden glances in the shadows change everything. Now, Carmen is caught in a deadly tug-of-war between the brother she's loyal to and the boy who is slowly stealing her heart.

Ophelia Graham is a young college student. Her day starts out not so great until she meets Darryl on the bus. A young man who works hard, is kind, and loves to help others. He's her bus buddy. Or maybe something more?

They had everything the world could dream of: fame, fortune, and careers that defined an era. Michael Jackson was the biggest entertainer on the planet. Bianca Rhodes was Hollywood royalty. Together, they seemed destined to become the ultimate power couple. But timing is rarely kind, and the heart follows no script. This is the story of two souls finding their way through love, loss, and the shadows of fame while searching for the one thing neither success nor stardom could give them: themselves.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.

It's the year 1933. On the dim, jazz-filled streets of New York City, vampires and human beings live side by side for the first time in history. Their peace is enforced by the notorious Michael "MJ" Jackson, the head of the vampire gang that controls the city. When a war that threatens the welfare of humans begins to loom in the shadows, however, MJ's power is threatened for the first time in his life. Escaping a grim past, Leila Winslet is a new human resident of the city. When she one day crosses paths with MJ, she soon finds herself swept up into a world that she is warned about engaging in. A budding romance with the vampire boss of New York becomes the center of her world, however, and there is no pulling her from him - even amidst the threat of war. Together, MJ and Leila must solve tragic mysteries, uncover forgotten histories, and conquer harrowing fears to protect the peace that their city stands for. It's the year 1933. And on the dim, jazz-filled streets of New York City, a vampire man and a human woman create hope - even as the shadows slowly close in on them.

19 year-old Alondra Cade didn't start out being homeless. The tragic death of her parents left her all alone. It forced her to drop out of college. She was too depressed to keep up with her rent, and her landlord kicked her out to the streets. Her current residence is a cardbord box and the corner of Daytona Way. What makes it worse, is that the hurricane season is approaching quickly and she's stuck where she is. Through one day of rain, a tall man came up late into the night to hand her box and handed her a glorious KFC bucket. And that was the start of something beautiful...

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."

(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