Michael Jackson Daughter Novels & Stories

Her expression immediately hardened. She reached the bottom of the stairs and ignored the guard who attempted to guide her toward Desmond. Without acknowledging anyone, she walked to a quiet corner and sat down. Desmond watched her. Michael suddenly appeared beside him and casually draped an arm around his shoulder. “So where's Clinton's daughter?” Desmond glanced at him. “Annabelle.” “I want to meet her.” “You're interested?” Michael laughed. “I want to know whether she's really worth all this attention.” Desmond gave him a warning look. “If you're that interested, search for her on I*******m.”

he uttered before walking away. Lachlan exhaled audibly, casting a contemplative glance at Jackson. “This woman my son took home instead of your daughter —who the hell is she?” Jackson blinked momentarily before responding, “She’s Rex Callahan’s daughter, Kathleen Callahan.”

He prayed silently that they were both alright. “Timothy, I’m so sorry, I apologize for my daughter’s actions, how is Victoria, how are the babies?” Timothy looked at his friend and sighed, “She is badly injured, she broke two ribs, Dr Cain saved my grandchildren, and she is currently in ICU in a coma.” Jason didn’t say anything about the company funding, it was not the time to talk about the cooperation yet, he would wait until Timothy cooled off. Jason left the Anthony Group and went to the police station to see his daughter. Macy was taken to an interrogation room; she was so scared when she saw her father.

Then you rub it on my face daringly, but…” She stopped then coughed and continued, “I don't blame you. I just wish to beg you to take care of Merina when I am gone. She is your daughter too. I know I am an orphan and she has no one to rely on other than you, Micheal. Please sponsor her music talent with the little I have provided. I know the company should be enough to do all this as long as you maintain it well. Michael, I don't blame you, I blame myself for choosing wrongly and not being strong enough to leave you. But— Take care of our daughter.” I covered my mouth as I felt my tears fall, my body trembled as I watched my mother's pale face on the video begging my useless father to take c

“The VP of Star Making actually made a public announcement! He just confirmed Miley as the Taylor family’s daughter.” I didn’t look surprised. “I’m sure he ran it by my parents first.” “That’s insane!” She was about to blow a fuse. “She was adopted at thirteen, for crying out loud. How shameless can you get? She’s basically forcing your family to acknowledge her!” “The Taylors can afford to feed one more daughter.” “But someone like Miley doesn’t deserve that title,” Eleanor grumbled, furiously typing. “I’m logging into my alt. Gonna roast her nonstop.”

"Hello friends of the media, my name is Peter Jackson and I'm here to talk about the news that has gone viral about Amanda Jackson." "Amanda Jackson is my daughter who I once loved and cherished. But she and her mother have done many things to disappoint me from time to time. I now want to declare that from today onwards, I want to disown this daughter of mine. She can no longer use the Jackson name and pour mad on my reputation." "Today I specifically went to find her so that I can help but she was nowhere to be seen. I ask now reporters, don't associate any news of Amanda to my Jackson family or whatsoever, from this moment onwards we are no longer father and daughter."

It was as if she had admitted to everything that he had accused her of. A sarcastic glint flashed across Skyler’s gaze when he heard what she said. How could something like this happen within the house without Michael’s permission? He slowly turned around and looked at Michael expressionlessly. “Ask the Jones to go after me however they wish to if that thing upstairs dies or becomes handicapped!” Michael immediately nodded. Thank you for your consideration, President Moore. However, Jocelyn is my daughter, you…It won’t be appropriate for you to take her away just like that. Although I wasn’t aware today and almost let something happen to her, she’s still my daughter…”

That same daughter had just won the underground boxing championship in front of every major Don in the city while he sat in the front section screaming at his bodyguard to drag her out. The man to his left turned with a wide smile and an extended his hand. "Michael. Your daughter is something else entirely….You must be so proud." Michael looked at the hand, then at the ring…Then back at the hand. He smiled and shook it warmly. "She gets her strength from her father," he said smoothly, without a single trace of shame in his voice. Don Arrieta, sitting two seats away, made a sound in the back of his throat and looked at the ceiling for a moment. He had been close enough to hear Michael screami

Theodore was still in my arms, his eyes watery but his sobs finally settling as he clung to the teddy. On the doorstep stood a middle-aged woman. “Good evening, Luna,” she said, nodding her head. “Hey, can I help?” She gave a small smile, “I don’t mean to bother you, but there is something you should know about your eldest son.” My stomach sunk. What now? “I believe he has slept with my daughter, Jessica Michaels. She’s only just sixteen and her father is furious.” I closed my eyes for a second and sighed. “Do you know when?”

The day I told her Kiara and I were done, something in her broke too. She stopped calling. Stopped checking on me. Her last words that day still rang clear in my head…Until you bring back Kiara, don’t call me for anything at all. “I saw her on TV the other day,” my mother went on, her tone softening just a little. “She’s doing well for herself. Very well. That made me proud. Extremely proud.” I swallowed. “And I also made my findings,” she added pointedly, “and I found out she has a daughter. A daughter, Leo. That child could be my grandchild, and I’ve never met her.”