Michael Jackson - Mature Era PROFESSOR x STUDENT - AU Dark Academia Romance (READ TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE STARTING THE STORY!) TW: Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Smut, Stalking, Manipulation, Morally Grey MMC, Violence, Mental Health Struggles - A difficult childhood and a deeply buried trauma left Luxie Riverra shattered. Branded as the black swan of her family and blamed for constantly tarnishing the Riverra name, she learned to survive by shutting everyone out and coping however she could best. But behind her walls, she was entirely starved for love. At twenty, one reckless decision changes everything. Seeking an escape, she unknowingly runs straight into the trap of her own stalker - Michael Jackson. He is commanding, terrifying, and dangerously fixated on her. As the lines between professor and college student begin to blur, Luxie has to ask herself: is his obsessive and unhinged devotion the love she always needed, even if he can never say it out loud?

"They should have been enemies. Instead, they became something far more dangerous." MICHAEL IS NOT FAMOUS IN THIS Carrie Julissa is clever, ambitious, and fiercely independent, Carrie has just begun her dream career at a prestigious Los Angeles news network. Sharp on the outside but guarded beneath the surface. Michael Jackson is Ruthless, calculated, and fiercely controlled, Michael is a cutthroat attorney who rarely makes mistakes and never allows his judgment to be questioned. But when Carrie enters his life, his carefully guarded world begins to unravel.

[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

Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

"Maybe some stars are meant to be admired from a distance. Even if it's a lonely view." Himiko Dwight lives for Michael Jackson. As a devoted super fan, she pours her heart into her diary, documenting every televised glimpse and every impossible wish to meet her idol face-to-face. While a real-life encounter feels like a distant dream, her diary is about to record an entry she never thought possible: the most beautiful day of her life.

​"Enjoy the lesson while it lasts, Michael," she whispered into the dark, her voice devoid of fear. "Because the test is about to get a lot harder." - Susie Moore

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.

Short stories written from the perspective of Michael Jackson's girlfriend, from the HIStory era through the early mature era. For adult readers.

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21