Michael Jackson Daughter Novels & Stories

“You’re more to blame than Grace Miller, of course. The girl just took a photo and sent it to a phone she was told to, but you... Can you deny that it was your idea?” “No!” Jackson shouts and regrets it at the same moment, saying in a lower tone, “I’m telling you, Mr. Adams, I have no idea what you’re saying...” “Do you think I’m bluffing?” I look up at him, “I don’t need your confession. My evidence may not be used in a court, but is that the only way to resolve an impasse?” Jackson swallows dryly. “You made a mistake by making Michael’s daughter your target,” I say coldly, still looking him straight in the eye. “And now, you don’t have to watch your back just because of him.”

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

Yubi “Who is this little angle?” Michael asks again, his eyes fixed on the baby carrier I’m gripping way too tightly. His voice isn’t angry. Just stunned. Confused. Trying to understand. I swallow. My throat is dry. Chanel whimpers softly as if she feels the tension seeping out of my pores. “This is Chanel,” I say, clearing my throat. “She is my daughter” Michael’s brows lift, his face is still expressionless, shocked even, he doesn’t ask questions, Instead he takes two slow steps toward me as if he’s scared any sudden movement might scare me away.

I tell him and laugh, and I see Beta Thomas' eyes go black. “Thomas, what is happening?” Dad asks him, and Thomas looks at him. “It seems that Jaxon have a sexual relationship with my daughter for some time now. Only this morning, he was so rough on her, ignoring her cries to stop. So she left bleeding heavily, collapsing on her way home.” Beta Thomas tells Dad, who remains completely silent from shock. “Beta, with all reason, Lily wanted it. She wants to be my Mate, and I might let her become that. Despite of what Ayla did.” I tell them, and William beat me again.

I replied as I forced the tears to stay at bay. "She's going to be fine. She's a fighter and she won't give up that easily," Jackson tried to reassure me. My eyes never left Maxwell as he spoke and I couldn't help but smile at him. He was my son, my child. "Maxwell David Lex Jackson. He's my son," I muttered as I used my hand to move the blanket away from his face, his eyes opening to reveal a beautiful pair of blue eyes looking up at me and his small hand wrapped around my huge finger. "We have a daughter too. Nicole Janette Jayne Jackson."

He then exclaimed in a stern tone after a short moment. Victoria was speechless. “Are you really going to force me like this, Jackson?” “Victoria, Jhenifer Massaro is the daughter of the Massaro family, she's a model. You must have heard of her when she was in the Lazer family, right? And I've known her since I was a child, and our relationship isn't what you think!” It was extremely rare for Jackson to completely abandon his irrational and cold personality, as he seemed rather gentle and was patiently explaining things to her.

Did Jackson have a brother or sister I didn’t know about? “Miley is Courtney’s daughter,” Jackson informed me before turning back to listen to a story Miley had started telling him. Now it made more sense. Courtney wanted to use her sweet, adorable daughter against me. The girl was probably nice because she did not live with her scheming mother. I could feel Courtney’s smile after hearing those words.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

''Okay mummy, let us go and find Judy, and then we will go home'' Michael told his mum, hugging her close to his face and chest tightly. ''Michael'' Richard's assistant muttered, shaking his head at how easily the boy fell for his mom's antics. However, Michael and his mother were now together in agreement, so the assistant was as good as air. They started to make their way back to the beach house. Richard was staring at his pretty daughter while she slept. He had not yet come to terms with the fact that this angel he held in his hands was his daughter. She was beautiful and innocent. He felt satisfied that at such a young age, he was already blessed with two angel children. He could not hav

I leaned up and kissed her. The kiss did not even last for two seconds before she pulled away. She let go of me completely and moved back on the couch. "I can't do this with you, Leo. Not again," she said, her voice soft but sad. "Why?" I asked. I was confused. Why would she save me from Jack, comfort me like that, and then push me away? It did not make sense. "Maya," she said, simply. The name was like a door slamming shut. "I need to create peace with my daughter. I love her. And she is the future of my company."