Lilliana Martinez has her whole life staked out for success. She's well educated, and ready to take over her parent's business; St. Martinez hotel and resort outside Madrid, Spain. That was, until a mysterious guest checks in and makes her lose focus on everything else but the burning attraction she feels towards him. And when she realizes that the stranger is more familiar than she first thought, it only makes things more complicated. This is a story about passion and dominance, where a lot more is at stake than getting caught in the act. And yes, that risk is already sky high... ~~~ Written and completed in 2020. Word count: 212.000

Vol. 1: Gail Wetherby was living on the rough side of life. She wasn't a badass criminal, but she sure wasn't any angel, either. When she crosses path with a Police officer, something or someone is about to change. Question is; Is it her... Or is it him? WARNING: This story contains a LOT of swearing. But also drug abuse, violence and sex scenes etc. So if this offends you, keep scrolling. If you read it, don't complain. Also: In this story MJ is NOTHING like he was in reality. Hey, it's fiction, not a book of facts. What did you expect? Viewers discression is advised! Period. ~~~ Written and completed in 2018 Word count: 71.844

Vol. 2: This is a sequel to My Fucking Smooth Criminal, and if you haven't read that yet, I suggest that you do, to get the whole understanding of the craziness. As far as craziness is understandable... All of Michael's personalities are back, together with his all time companion and now fiancé, Gail. Will they eventually get married? And if they do, which one of the Michaels is going to walk her up the aisle? Will the cops find them? And last but not least, will Gail get pregnant? They've been mating like rabbits ever since they met, so... And after all, this IS a Michael Jackson fanfic, and pretty much EVERY main character aka girlfriends ends up pregnant. Maybe you'll be too, just by reading? With a whole litter of kids! Because... That's just Michael. And I'm just an author who is planning to take you on another unpredictible, steaming hot and probably also nerve wrecking trip with Michael and Gail. Enjoy! ~~~ Written and completed in 2018/2019 Word count: 112.229

After a one night stand, a normal everyday woman finds out that she's pregnant with the King of Pops baby. Choosing to keep it a secret, she raises the child as a single parent... but just when she thinks everything is going fine an old friend pops back into her life, risking the safe haven that she had built for her son, and potentially taking both of them out of the only life they know. Will old wounds heal, and can they forgive past mistakes? And how will Michael cope with sudden Fatherhood to a child he never even knew he had? Highest rankings #1 in MichaelJackson ⭐️ #1 in KOP ⭐️ #2 in Moonwalker ⭐️

⭐Winner of Best Romance in the MJFA'S 2020⭐ ⭐️Won the Triumphant award in the MJFA'S 2022⭐️ ⚠️ Copyright © 2019 by IntenseArt. 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❗⚠️ Alison has always found it hard to fit in and lacks confidence. Even her mother doesn't think it's normal for a girl of Alison's age to be the way she is, but things change when she moves to university. She learns what it's like to be a grown up, and deals with her problems quietly. It's time to experience new things, the good and the bad, that will completely change her.

(Adult Content, 18+) The year is 1978 and Astoria Briggs is a board mixer for Capital Records, when one day her boss tells her the infamous Quincy Jones' client is stuck on a song. They need a mixer, someone with an ear for music, someone fresh to the scene. Astoria was just the person they were looking for and the rest, well... It's difficult to explain. This story spans four decades in total. *Rated Mature for graphic scenes depicted of the medical nature, child abuse depictions, language, and sexual themes* (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Winner of the Best 80's MJ Fiction Award, 2019

"I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life." -Luis Bunuel

In which Michael gets stuck in an elevator with a stranger, and the only thing they could do is talk to keep themselves from being bored out of their minds. (One-Shot)

Two different people, two different dimensions, & one incident that brings their two worlds together as one.

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.