Michael Jackson Daughter Novels & Stories

She is the only daughter of the Italian mafia don, Alessandro Bianchi. She moved here to have a low profile life. She never said she is a mafia don’s daughter neither to Michael nor Jordan. But Michael just happened to find out unintentionally. A few months into their first year of high school, he was playing with his friends in the ground near her apartment. Three black cars halted in front of her apartment and most of them were bodyguards and only one woman who he assumed to be Rey’s mother and a guy who seemed to be a little older than him, her brother, perhaps. And a tall man with a well-built body and had a strong aura, the don himself, Alessandro Bianchi.

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

“You knew I’d come.” “I counted on it.” I stepped into the center of the room. “Where is she?” He tilted his head. “Your daughter? Safe. For now.” He tossed a photo at my feet. Regina. Holding Hope. The breath left my body. “You stay away from her,” I growled. He stepped forward. “I gave her life.” “You gave her trauma,” I snapped. Michael’s smile dropped. “You don’t get to judge me. You chose Nicholas’s father over me. You let him take everything.”

Mr Jackson Peters started, pointing at my dad, while the sobbing Mrs Peters sat beside him. “I trusted him so much that I put all I had, including my children under his care, but he betrayed me. He connived with my supposed best friend to ruin my business, and he even went as far as.. abducting.. my daugh..ter..” Mr Jackson coughed out in pain. ‘Daughter? He had a daughter? But.. Andrea was his only child wasn’t he?’ I thought inwardly with my mind spiralling in confusion. From what he had said so far, my dad had worked for them long ago, and at that time, Andrea was very young. Mr and Mrs Jackson had a daughter together who my dad supposedly abducted.

I finished, looking toward Darya, who was coming down the stairs at that moment with Yakov and Vasily right behind her. My daughter looked beautiful. Her curly blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, cheeks rosy from the cold on the porch where she’d been playing earlier. At twelve, she was already showing signs of the woman she would become — strong, determined, with my eyes and Heros’s posture. “Michael’s coming today?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but I caught the spark in her green eyes. That dangerous spark I knew all too well. “Yes,” I answered, keeping my voice neutral. “He’ll stay for a while for training.”

"How are you? Honey." Jenny gently asked her beloved daughter. "I'm fine, as you can see, mom." Michael looks indifferent. Arthur is happy to hear that his daughter is doing well. "We brought many gifts for you, today is your birthday. now you are 15 years old, my dear daughter." Michael never thought that her parents would always remember her birthday, usually every year they would send her a gift. But never came to celebrate together. "It's very unusual that you two want to celebrate my birthday, usually you just send gifts." Michelle's face looked suspicious.

“No. She did have a son, but he died of leukemia at the age of ten. She had no other children. Her name was Pam Jackson. She had a husband who died in Iraq. Her only living relative is an older sister in Michigan.” Pam. Charles’s mother’s name. “Can you give me the sister’s information?” Jessica’s mother asked. “We should . . . do something for her.” “Yes. I would be happy to give you that information,” Detective Kidman said. The other parents started asking for details about their children. Twenty minutes later, two sets of parents got good news and left the waiting room to see their children. Calvin Michelson entered the waiting room. “Calvin, thank God,” Claire said and quickly went to he

They were about to round up the press conference when Liam entered. "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make also," he said, ignoring the stares from all of us. "Next week Saturday will be my daughter's six years birthday and I'll like you to grace the occasion. Hope you don't mind?" He smirked "What? Which daughter? Does he have a daughter? I've never heard about that before" the reporters murmured within themselves. "What are you talking about, Liam," the first lady asked with Shock written over her. "My one and only daughter, Ava Diamond Miller," he said.

“This is not acceptable, I shall not take this lightly! How can she just walk in and embarrass me in front of the board? Doesn’t she know who I am? I am Michael Grant! America’s up-and-coming model!” Michael barked inside Marcus’ office. Marcus eyed him from his computer. “Don’t forget, she owns this company,” Marcus muttered. He was getting tired of hearing Michael’s rant. First, his daughter had locked herself in her office, weeping all day since the meeting, and now he had to deal with Michael too.

We never really talked about it, but things always heated up in bed whenever I would ask daddy to fuck me. By the time she reached 15, my daughter had turned into a beautiful sexy young lady. She was 5' 5”, with gorgeous long, light brown hair down to her slim waist, hazel eyes, with an athletic body and a cute little nose with full lips to kiss for days. I suppose that was one of the reasons Michael enjoyed the kissing so much. I had also put her on the pill – my fear was that some kid at school might knock her up.