❝ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃˢᵗᵉ ❞

(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

𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - " 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳. "

[The grammar in this isn't that good. It was my first wattpad story so cut me some slack] Makayla Willerd is in the 12th grade, she's not very liked at school, no one likes her and they're mean to her, they bully her, etc. This all started because of her bully Michael Jackson. The bullying started when they were in 10th grade and kept going 'til then. Makayla doesn't know what to do anymore because she's so fed up with the bullying. Will the bullying ever stop? Bad era Michael but age 17

Michael Jackson was always quiet, shy, and **hurt**. He is a new student in school he's bullied constantly on a daily basis by three boys that are in the school, named Carols, John, and Ely. Throughout his journey in high school, he is being followed by them every day when he goes home. Behind close doors, his life gets worse being abused by his father, and his mother is not in the picture, making his life a living hell. Nobody cared about Michael. Until two girls named Cataleya and Faith came to comfort him and be friends with him through the journey of high school and home life. But the real question is... Will Michael find help? Will Michael ever find his mother? What secrets is his father hiding? Worst of all, what are his friends hiding, too?

Although I couldn't stand Michael, it didn't mean I didn't care about him.

In the soot-stained air of 1970 Gary, Indiana, the Jackson brothers are living a double life. To the world, they are a rising musical force; inside their small home, they are five boys navigating the grieving, iron-fisted rule of their widowed father, Joe. Struggling under the weight of his own loss and a desperate need for respect, Joe replaces affection with grueling rehearsals and harsh discipline. While Jackie and Tito stand as a weary shield between their younger brothers and their father's rage, the boys find their only solace in the very music Joe uses to control them. It is a story of a family bound by a haunting harmony-where the strength of brotherhood is the only thing louder than the silence of a home without a mother. No hate comments, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Michael and Tom ten years after the trial. [This is a Michael Jackson x Tom Mesereau mature, explicit, NSFW fanfiction. None of this is real. None of it ever happened. The story is set in 2015. It's all a work of fiction. Hope you enjoy.]

If only the people outside this door knew what was happening at the moment, their jaws would be rubbing the floor. A Michael Jackson/Prince One-Shot Votes and comments are always welcome.

In 1987, Michael Jackson is at the height of fame during the Bad era - adored by the world yet painfully alone behind closed doors. One sleepless night changes everything. While wandering the city after midnight to escape the pressure of celebrity life, he meets a mysterious Liberian woman standing beneath the glow of rain-soaked streetlights. She doesn't treat him like a superstar. She treats him like a person. What begins as a chance encounter turns into secret late-night phone calls, stolen conversations, and a connection neither of them can explain. Her voice becomes his comfort during exhausting tours and endless studio sessions. And without telling her, Michael records one of their calls - preserving her native language inside a song inspired entirely by her. A song the world would one day know as "Liberian Girl."