𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰. Celeste Brown was a method actor, she used to long hours, stressful sets, and directors who expected perfection. That Monday was supposed to be no different. Just another exhausting day filming a project she hoped would finally change her career. During a five-minute break between takes, Celeste stood near the prop stairs with a bottle of water in her hand, watching the busy set move around her with a small smile. "I can't wait to do this for real one day," she said softly to herself. She never got the chance. One wrong step sent her falling hard off the prop stairs, blacking out instantly. At first, she could still hear people yelling her name. Footsteps rushing toward her. Panic. But the voices slowly faded, replaced by music, static, and someone shouting counts over loud speakers. "Five, six, seven, eight!" When Celeste opened her eyes again, she wasn't on her set anymore. She was standing in the middle of a 1980s music video production surrounded by dancers, film cameras, and crew members who acted like she had always been there. And somewhere behind the bright stage lights and screaming, was Michael Jackson. Micheal?? Jackson?

It's 1988. Lauren Porter is a 24 year-old living in New York. She feels like the unluckiest person in the World because she missed the opportunity to go see Michael Jackson during the Bad Tour. When given an exciting opportunity, an interesting door opens for Lauren. She is exposed to the craziness of love and lust, being caught in an unintentional triangle. Will Lauren get a happy ending, or will she remain tangled and torn?

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

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Be his friend. Bear his child. Don't fall in love. That would be weird. Reeling from the wreckage of divorce, 38-year-old Michael Jackson clings to the last thread of a lifelong dream: becoming a father. With Neverland emptied of laughter and trust, he turns to the only person who's never left- his best friend. His quiet constant. And he asks her the impossible. What begins as a promise to carry his child becomes something deeper: carrying his heart, his secrets, and his survival itself. ___ WARNING: Grief, death, traumatic events, implied sex (not graphic.) #1 in #michaeljackson [8.16.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [10.28.25] #1 in #michaeljackson [11.10.25] #1 in #mj [8.10.25] #1 in #90s [11.17.25]

(WARNING) (Story contains: Violence, Hate, sexual content, trigger and possible mentioning of rape.) Being Married sounds amazing to everyone but when i hear it, i feel like im being choked to Death. It was a living nightmare i had to escape.

𝑨 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and/or events are purely the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.