Miss KJA

Hi, my dear readers 
          
          I know I’ve kept you waiting for far too long, and I’m truly sorry for the silence. Your patience means everything to me, and I haven’t taken it for granted—not even for a second.
          
          I promise that starting next week, I will be delivering all the updates you’ve been waiting for. Every story I left hanging, every chapter you’ve been anticipating—I’m coming back with all of them.
          
          Thank you for staying, for believing, and for loving my stories even in the quiet moments. See you next week. ✨
          
          ~ Karen

Just wanted to let you know that Book 2 of The Love I Couldn’t Keep is in progress, along with the next three chapters of Michael and Margaux. ❤️ 
          
          Love, love, love!
          And please let’s pray for world peace. 

✨ LITTLE SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT ✨
          
          Hello my loves!!!   
          
          First, I want to say sorry because lately I’ve been REALLY busy, and I haven’t had enough time to update my Michael Jackson story the way I wanted to.  But… guess what?
          
          I have a little surprise for you.   
          
          And I’m telling you right now — if you love him, you are DEFINITELY going to love this. ❤️  
          
          It’s something new… something exciting… and yes, it’s still about him.  
          
          I worked on this despite my crazy schedule because I missed you all so much, and I wanted you to have something to read while waiting for the main story updates.   
          
          BUT I also want to give a small warning…  
          
          Please, whatever happens at the end of the story… don’t get mad at me.   
          Just trust me, okay?  
          
          And if you don’t like the ending — or if you feel like it needs more — TELL ME.  
          Because if enough of you want it… I might make a PART 2.   
          
          So go check it out and let me know your thoughts!!!  
          Your reactions mean everything to me. ❤️  
          
          Love you always,  
          Karen 

My beautiful Readers,
          
          I want to sincerely apologize for not updating the chapters these past few days. Lately, work has been keeping me incredibly busy, and I haven’t had much spare time to write.
          
          But please know that I’m doing my best to post a new chapter tomorrow. I already have some drafts ready, but I’m not quite confident to share them just yet. I want to make sure everything is just right—perfect, like the chapters you’ve come to expect—so I’m taking a little extra time to consider a few details before posting.
          
          I hope you understand and will continue waiting for the upcoming chapters. I haven’t forgotten about you; I know you’re waiting, and I promise your patience will be worth it.
          
          Thank you so much for your understanding and support. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
          
          Love you all!
          
          - Karen ❤️

Karen, how are you feeling and how are you doing? 
          
          I miss your stories

I think it’s about time. I know you missed them as much as I do. So yah, welcome back Margaux!
          
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          Margaux Ysabelle Harlow was sixteen—and untouchable.
          
          Heiress. Socialite. Legacy. Her name opened doors, cleared rooms, and turned heads before she even walked in. She had the power of old money, the beauty of a Hollywood starlet, and the temper of someone who had never been told no.
          
          Until she was.
          
          One very public, very chaotic catfight landed her front and center on social media for all the wrong reasons—and just like that, Margaux was expelled from the exclusive school she once ruled. Her parents, done cleaning up her messes, sent her somewhere even stricter. Older. Colder.
          
          They sent her to The House of Langford.
          
          An elite institution tucked deep in New England, where children of royalty, politicians, and billionaires were raised not just to lead—but to dominate. It wasn’t just a school. It was a kingdom. With traditions older than the country itself, crests on the stone walls, and rumors of secret societies behind every velvet curtain.
          
          Margaux hated it.
          Until he walked in.
          
          Professor Michael Jackson.
          
          Not a joke. Not a pop star. Not someone you could laugh at—not when he looked like that.
          
          He was tall and sculpted like a marble statue, with a razor-sharp jaw and tightly curled dark hair that looked maddeningly soft. His skin glowed like burnished bronze under the soft Langford lighting, and his deep brown eyes were unreadable—serious, stoic, dangerous.
          
          He wore his suits like armor. Spoke in clipped sentences. Never smiled.
          
          And most shocking of all—he didn’t care who Margaux Harlow was.
          
          Didn’t look twice. Didn’t blink. Didn’t flirt.
          
          He was completely, painfully unmoved.
          
          And Margaux had never been so obsessed.
          
          Because all her life, she had everything she wanted.
          
          But now?
          She wanted something she couldn’t have.
          
          Him.
          
          And she’d burn Langford to the ground if that’s what it took.
          

How about a Prince Michael? Yesss! New story coming up! 
          
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          No one is perfect—
          or so the world has foolishly believed.
          
          In the glittering kingdom of Clemente, perfection has a name: Michael Joseph Jackson, the Crown Prince who was born not merely to rule, but to be worshiped. With a mind sharper than any sword and a beauty that could bend empires, Michael is everything a future king should be—untouchable, irresistible, flawless. From royal courts to bustling streets, every knee bows when he passes.
          
          Every knee…
          except one.
          
          She is a fiery commoner with a temper as wild as a storm and a tongue sharper than any blade. She does not kneel. She does not swoon. She does not care that the man standing before her is the most powerful prince in Europe. In fact, when she first meets him, she does the unthinkable—
          she throws her slipper at his head.
          
          Then she insults him.
          Then she yells at him.
          In front of everyone.
          
          For the first time in his perfect, untouchable life, Michael Joseph Jackson is not adored—he is challenged.
          
          And that terrifies him.
          
          What begins as outrage quickly turns into obsession. Who is this woman who dares to defy a king? Why does her anger shake him more than a thousand loyal subjects ever could? And why, no matter how much he swears she should be punished… does he keep wanting to see her again?
          
          In a world where power rules everything and perfection is expected, one reckless, fearless girl threatens to tear down the carefully crafted image of a future king—and awaken the dangerous truth beneath it.
          
          Because sometimes…
          the one person who refuses to bow
          is the only one who can make a king fall.
          
          
          **********
          
          Excited?!

To my lovely readers, 
          
          Tonight, I open my heart once more and release a new Michael Jackson story into the world. After a long pause, I’ve finally found my way back to writing—hoping, as always, that this story blooms into something truly beautiful. Thank you for holding space for my words and for never letting my stories fade from memory. ✨
          
          What happened before still lingers—the loss of my old account, the stories we loved, and the pieces of my heart they carried. Some things disappear, yet the love remains, etched quietly but forever within me.
          
          I pray that the souls who once found comfort in my stories will find their way back to me again, and know this: my silence was never abandonment. I never meant to disappear. I carry you with me, always. I love you with every bit of that word. 
          
          And here, in this small corner of the universe, I choose to spread love and kindness. Love is free. Kindness is free. May we give both endlessly, and may they always find their way back to us. ✨

I will be reposting all the stories I created. Thank God I had the presence of mind to save them somewhere else as a backup and keep copies of my work. When my account was suddenly hacked or deleted—honestly, I still don’t know what truly happened—I was at least able to safeguard the pieces of myself I poured into those stories. God has been so good to me, even in the middle of loss.
          
          Now I’m starting from scratch—back to zero. But I believe in the power of second chances, and I believe that everything happens for a reason.
          
          I hope my former readers will find me again. I know my sudden disappearance broke hearts, especially those who loved my works deeply. Please know that it was never my intention to leave without a word. Every message, every silent reader, every person who felt something through my writing has always meant more to me than you’ll ever know.
          
          I love you all. Truly.
          
          I also want to say this with sincerity: please be kind to everyone. Reporting someone’s work out of envy or the desire to take something away from them causes real pain. I pray that whoever played a part in my old account being deleted will never have to experience what I endured. Writing and reading have been my refuge—my safe place—especially during the hardest moments of my life.
          
          When my anxiety and depression hit, writing became my comfort and my constant companion. It may seem like nothing to some, just words on a screen—but to me, it is everything. It is how I survive, how I heal, and how I continue to believe.
          
          God bless everyone.

Girl, nagulat ako nung nawala yung boon at account mo! I almost mourned about your disappearance. Huhu... whoever reported you, sana panjs yung Noche Buena nila. :'(