Michael Jackson Daughter Novels & Stories

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."

I was overjoyed and shouted yes, everyone turned to me, I forgot we were still at the Charity Gala. After a while I got bored of the Gala and decided to take my Ameretto (little love) home. I quickly donated fifteen million to the orphanage and told the driver to get the car ready. "It's time to go home Ameretto", I said while holding her cheeks. "Caterina I have transferred the money, so I am taking my daughter home", I added while facing Caterina. "Don't you even want to know how Serafina got to the orphanage?", Caterina asked, amused by my feelings for my daughter.

I asked with my hand on her arm. “I’ll tell you after we humor Aaliyah,” she said and pulled me into the bathroom. She grabbed a spray bottle to moisturize my hair and brushed it into a high ponytail. Then she added a little product to my kinky curls. “The guy Aaliyah found was cute, maybe this will be good for you.” I rolled my eyes and proceeded to wash my face a bit before putting on my moisturizer, lipgloss, and a little bit of blush. For my daughter’s sake, I’ll at least try to look nice.

A voice called from the stairs. Michael turned at the sound of frantic footsteps, his expression softening instantly into a radiant grin as he spotted his nine-year-old daughter bounding down the staircase. "Easy, princess!" he chuckled, his voice laced with warmth. He moved with brisk, purposeful strides toward the base of the stairs, catching Gracie mid-stride and swinging her into a secure, fatherly embrace.

When Miya and Lucas finally caught up with him in the lobby, the nurses had already taken Mila from Jackson and carried her away. “Where's my daughter?” Miya mumbled with a hint of annoyance in her tone. “She is in the care of the doctors. What we have to do now is wait.” Jackson replied, striving his best not to break down or let his tears show in his eyes. After coldly glancing at Jackson with a frown on her face, Miya walked over to the chairs, sat down, rested her face in her palms, and cried silently. However, when Lucas sat beside her, place his hand around her, and pulled Miya into his arms, she let out a loud cry while holding onto his shirt tightly.

"Hey! You don't like when I was lecturing you!" When her hands move with Rosa move mouth, the baby giggles, feeling funny at the vibration on her little hand. "Ahh! It hurts! Please let go of me! Mia!" A laugh echo in the living room, her sister's morning face looks so pretty. Even though she at her almost forties, she still looks young mature lady. She had white skin like Rosa, but her long hair is straight and red. "Your daughter is indeed genius. She knows how to keep your mouth seal."

The door banged to her face. My phone pinged and I fished it out from my pocket. We’ve found Angela, but there is something you must know. Angela has a three years old daughter named Mckenzie. I think she moved on boss man. What are your orders? - Lucas

you realize. "First, we find a place for the two of you, then we come back," Michael says and sped off and returned moments later with your daughter in your arms. "My darling," you embraced her, crying. You spent most of the night with your daughter in your arms, formatting one plan after the other to keep her from the higher council. Every now and then, you will catch Michael looking at you. With your daughter asleep in your arms, you diverted your gaze for a moment from her to Michael and once again found his eyes already on you. "What?" you ask softly with a smile.

As I stepped into the private lounge, a young girl dashed straight into my arms. Just then, Brenda called out from behind her, "Slow down, sweetheart!" I crouched and gently stroked the girl's head. Her delicate, porcelain-like features and bright eyes were an unmistakable reflection of Brenda. Brenda walked over, her face lighting up as she took my hand. "Athena, it's been too long. "This is my daughter, Abigail. You held her right after she was born. She's the same age as Jackson."

We’d barely started eating when Michael looked at me, pointed his fork, and asked, “So, where’s your wife, Jalen? I mean, I see you sniffing around my daughter here, and I also see that wedding ring on your finger. So… where is she?” I almost choked on my mac and cheese. The man didn’t even blink, but instead, he just went right back to chewing like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. Clearing my throat, I said, “She had to go to Paris for Fashion Week.” My dad gave me that don’t embarrass me, stare, and Michael nodded slowly before saying, “Well, I know my daughter’s dressed a little inappropriately tonight, but she’s a good girl, and doesn’t fraternize romantically with married men.”