People say forever doesn't last always, but that's not what they've believed. They were in it for the long haul. With just only three years of marriage, Michael and Dované couldn't have asked for the most perfect life. Amazing careers. A family. A bond and a love so strong that no one couldn't even come in between what they have built together. But... But sometimes those perfect lives do get tested, reverting back to that same old phrase. Were they really in over their heads? Could it really be true to what people say? They wanted to believe otherwise.

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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.

[18+ Explicit - for labelled chapters] - Completed - Compilations 14 different stories/story parts compiled in a single book. Daily uploads from February 1 to February 14. Happy Hearts Day! Tags Concerns: • Bruno Mars is a supporting character in some storylines. • There is a Grey's Anatomy and Station 19 inspired oneshot. [February 2020]

80's non-canon in Michael and Angela's universe. The couple meets when Angela is picked out of a crowd of fans, and a relationship starts blossoming. What will the future hold for these versions of our beloved Michael and Angela? Read more to find out. This short fanfic is based off of a series of oneshots I had written in my Oneshots book. The original oneshot was requested by a reader. **If you have not read the 'Forced' series, please do, so you can understand the dynamic between these characters.

Basically what the title says. This is a Michael Jackson One-shots book. Let your imagination run wild whilst you read this book. Set around Mature Era. ⚠️ READER DISCRETION ADVISED ⚠️ • Sexual scenes. • Swearing. • May contain other mature content. • Alcohol. THIS BOOK IS INCOMPLETE.

(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

Welcome to the Christmas Calendar 2020. Three times makes a habit, right? Well, just like previous years this will be a collection of imagines. And like always, they will be published one each day, counting down towards Christmas morning. Some of them takes us back to meet characters from previous stories, while others are new and completely random. Read and (hopefully) enjoy. ❤️ Merry Christmas ❤️ Ps: If there's any doubt, this is meant for an adult audience. ~~~ Word count: 62.477

"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.

⭐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.