Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

That's one hack I'm never going to share with anyone, not even my best friend. Well, I used that skill to my advantage by worming my way into Antonio's bed, and the night he fucked me, I had him make a promise of inducting me into the Faction– that's the best way I can get close to Michael. Years ago, he broke up with me, claiming that I was going overboard by wanting him to date me. That had hurt because I thought we meant something together. Apparently, I was only building a castle in the air; I was the only one fantasizing about how powerful we'd be together.

“Maybe she’s hallucinating because of her temperature.” Yeah? Maybe I was hallucinating. Fine. Leave me and Michael b Jordan alone, you jerk. We’re having quality time. The hand moved again, combing my hair like a soft summer drizzle. “You’re… too kind, Michael,” I murmured, crying in my sleep. “You’re the only man who loves me without asking me to stop eating cheese…” Another laugh, closer this time. And the baritone voice said, “I think she believes I’m a Hollywood actor.”

It is the small things that keep me happy. Nicole POV It has been six years since Michael banished me. Layla would be Sixteen by now, and she would have shifted for the first time. Not a day passes when I don't think about her; I miss her every day. I still have nightmares about leaving Layla behind; I don't think they will ever stop. Michael broke my heart and soul when he took her from me. If not for Jackson, I would not have survived. It took me a long time to realize Jackson was my mate. I was scared about letting someone else close to me. Jackson is the complete opposite of Michael. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He is very muscular, 6 foot 2 inches tall, and incredibl

Michael is way stronger than him. “Let me go, you psycho.” He yelled, holding his knees. Michael paid no attention to him. He dragged him all the way to the gigantic parlor. “What’s the noise all about Michael?” Jackson voice floated into the room followed by the sound of his expensive shoe against the floor. Sol trembled at hearing Jackson’s voice. He tried to release himself again, but Michael gripped him. Jackson finally came into view, and Sol swallowed hard. He was trembling with fear. “You son of a bitch,” Jackson walked to him and threw him a punch. Michael released his grip on his trouser and he staggered, holding his sour cheeks glaring at Jackson. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He th

It was as if a piece of magic had been woven into the fabric, a touch of enchantment that made her feel as though she was holding a piece of her dreams. "Serena, do you like the shoes?" Lana, her older sister, watched with a broad smile as Serena examined the gift. Serena's eyes sparkled as she looked up at Lana. "I love them, Lana! They're incredible. How did you get these?" Lana chuckled, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Well, let's just say Marco had a little something to do with it." Serena's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Marco? Oh, the tall guy with blue eyes? Wait, are you guys... you know, a couple?"

“Continue, Michael. Don’t stop.” Michael does it again, and again, and again. He’s teasing me, loving the way I chase his mouth anytime his tongue delivers an incomplete stroke. He’s so good at this, like he has done so many times before and is ready to do it a thousand times more. Well, as long as he remains my fiance, his future practices should better be with me. Wait, am I jealous? “I must really be doing a bad job if you’re so lost in thought, baby,” Michael breathes out, his mouth immediately closing around my clit and sucking.

"I want you to stay. I want us to be together. You, me, and Jace. A family. The way it should have been from the beginning." "And if I say no?" The question hung in the air between us. Michael's expression hardened slightly. "You won't say no. Because you love me. Because you know we belong together. Because once you remember what we had, you'll realize that Damian was just a mistake. A placeholder until you could come back to me." I looked at him standing there. So convinced. So delusional. And I knew with absolute certainty that there was no reasoning with him. No logic that would penetrate the fantasy he'd built.

Michael sighed, then slowly moved to straddle him, his arms sliding around Alex’s neck. “No,” he said softly. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. And can I finish? I haven’t even gotten to the crazy part yet.” Alex kept a straight face, but nodded. “Fine. Go on.” Michael gave a small smile and continued. “We only slept together that once. He has a daughter—Princess. She helped sell the lies her father were feeding me. He played the role perfectly: an open gay man with a tragic past, said his ex died and that he hadn’t been with anyone in four years. I bought it... until I found his trophies.”

Jack stood and moved to be in front of Michael. “Nothing,” he shifted uncomfortably. “Spit it out!” Jack gave him a push to the shoulder. “It's not like there's anyone available here, and humans are drawn to us,” he muttered under his breath. “Michael!” Jack and Alissa exclaimed together. “Who?” Alissa cried. “How?” Jack panicked. “When?” The questions came to Michael thick and fast. “OK, enough.” He held his hands up. “There's no-one in particular I just… when I'm on missions I kinda… go to what they call nightclubs and, the ladies love me.” A smirk crossed his mouth before it dropped with the look his siblings were giving him.

my arm is hurting so bad it feels like I got an iv ,my mother must have done that , suddenly I feel sparks shooting up my arm's causing my fingers to twitch I slowly open my eyes only to be met with the most beautiful looking man in a Armani looking suit his hair styling and his dark eyes slowly raised looking at mine now and it feels like something snapped into place like he's mine and then his voice telling me Hello my beautiful mate , yeah mate sounds good right even. Jade: Hello ,mate? King Michael: I'm Michael, and yes Jade, I'm your mate , like Damon,Derek, Deacon, and Demtri are . and I've waited a very long time for you, Jade.