"Mumma..." I looked up as our two-year-old son climbed onto the bed. Michael was asleep against my chest, one arm around my waist, exhausted after another sleepless night. Prince reached out and gently touched his father's cheek. "Daddy hurt?" For a moment, I couldn't answer. I looked down at the man sleeping in my arms. The world called him a legend. A superstar. A king. They saw the records, the awards, the crowds that screamed his name. They saw the glitter. The spotlight. The magic. What they never saw was the strength it took to smile when his heart was breaking. What they never saw was the man who carried the weight of millions while silently carrying his own pain. Prince looked at me again. "Why Daddy hurt?" I brushed Michael's curls away from his forehead and smiled softly. "Because sometimes, sweetheart, the people who give the most love are the ones who get hurt the most." "Then who help Daddy?" My throat tightened. Because years ago, I had asked myself the same question. I had seen his future. Every tragedy. Every betrayal. Every headline. Every tear. I watched fate prepare to destroy the most beautiful soul I had ever known. And I made a choice. I refused to let it. So I fought for him. Again. And again. And again. Until the future I saw was no longer the future waiting for him. I kissed Michael's forehead as he shifted closer in his sleep. The world remembers the King of Pop. But this story isn't about a king. It's about a man who never stopped loving despite everything life threw at him. And a woman who loved him enough to change destiny itself. I saw Michael Jackson's future. And I saved him. "Book One of the Michael & His Guardian Angel series. This is where their extraordinary journey begins-a story of love, faith, sacrifice, and destiny that will continue in Book Two."

"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.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

(This fan fiction is inspired by Michael Jackson's short film Ghosts.) You have always felt like an outcast, doing anything to fit in. You follow the townspeople to the abandoned mansion. The angry mob was trying to get rid of the strange man who lived alone, an outcast, a man who really wasn't just a man, but something more. Not only was this man nonhuman, but he was possibly the home you've been looking for, the chance to finally feel like you fit in, and even loved?

1987. The world belongs to Michael Jackson. Sold-Out stadiums. Flashing cameras. Endless screaming and fainting fans. To everyone else, he's larger than life - untouchable, mysterious, magic in human form. But behind the fame.. behind the sequined jackets and gloves.. Michael is lonely. Desperately lonely. Late at night, when the city finally quiets down, he slips away from the spotlight searching for the one things money and fame cannot buy - a real connection, something authentic. Then he meets Rachel. She isn't dazzled by Mr. Jackson. She does not fall at his feet. In fact, she barely knows what to make of him at all. But for the first time in years, Michael feels seen - not as a global pop star icon, but as just Michael. What begins as a chance encounter under the New York City street lights quickly turns into something deeper: stolen nights, dangerous secrets, and a love neither of them ever expected. But falling for the most famous man in the world comes with a price, and the closer Rachel gets to Michael, the more impossible it becomes to separate fantasy from reality. After Midnight is a slow burning, emotional romance about fame, loneliness, freedom, and what happens when two people find each other in the quiet hours when the rest of the world is asleep.

°•*⁀➷ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 # 💫🎼🎀 𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴! 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 ❪ michael the movie ❫ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ (y/n) is the childhood best friend of the raising star michael jackson, she's his muse, his rock, his everything and vise versa. and no matter what, they were always there for each other, even through all the ups and downs. ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ❪ ©-𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚆𝙲𝙺𝙳 ❫

"If they say why, why? Tell 'em that it's human nature." Nineteen years old, a secret arrangement, and a man who belongs to the world. For four years, Jordan and Michael have lived in the cracks of the Jackson estate, stealing moments in the shadows, navigating a suffocating "no strings" lie, and drowning in the secrecy of a love that was never supposed to exist. Jordan was his anchor, his childhood best friend, and the only one who saw the man behind the icon. But four years of hiding has taken its toll. As the pressure of superstardom pushes Michael to the brink and the secrets threaten to shatter everything, Jordan is finally done being a ghost in his life. In the eye of the Thriller storm, lines are drawn, brothers collide, and a decade-long bond is forced to decide: will they continue to hide behind the weight of the crown, or will they finally let the world see what human nature is actually capable of? The secret is out. The storm is here. There is nowhere left to hide.

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ❤︎⁠ Fanfiction involving Michael Jackson's Ghosts short film character Maestro and reader. 18+ NOT AU All content is fictional and is not meant to portray any real life people.

What is love if you are not here with me! Inspiration behind this story. It was the beginning of Covid and we were in lock down. Being in my thoughts I was having a hard time dealing with the fact Michael Jackson isn't here anymore. I missed going to Neverland even though I was never in his proximity's. So I begin to think! How different his life would be if he a had a real true spouse. Not a wife put together by his P.R team, not a wife for I.V.F but a true loving spouse. Then I went down a rabbit hole, on the Glenda tapes he said he never had a real relationship. I begin to cry when I heard that. I believe MJ deserved to have a beautiful wife he was proud of and prance her on every magazine cover. I believe he deserved all the kids his heart desires. I also believe if he did have a wife he loved with all of his heart those allegations would've never came about. I'm not saying his life would be perfect cause he was a handful, I'm saying it would've been softer. Call me old fashioned but I believe the Bible when it says a man shouldn't be alone. Men who are in love and married live longer. I regret the limitation of my own imagination - MJ So I created this story. My aesthetic of what and how differently things could've turned out. This story is 100% fiction based on true events of Michael Jackson life. The pictures of women in this story have no connection to Michael at all. It's just my imagination my visuals of how I want my story to go. The Michael in this story is not Peter Pan, this is the real Michael Jackson behind the stage. He was a bit much but we loved him anyway. I hope you enjoy and if you don't it's ok I still love you anyway. Copyright © 2021 by Jacksonsgirl86 This is an original story. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. I have the right to report anyone who copies my work.

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.