Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Back then, I'd imagined he and I grew up in the same situation and bonded over that. Thinking about basketball made me think back to Michael. Now I wasn't just fantasizing about a pretend Nick, but also a real memory of Michael. His large hands were covering the sides of my face and bringing me closer to him. I could almost feel my lips pressed to him, and I moaned aloud. It echoed around the bathroom and spurred me deeper into my fantasy.

“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.”

"Why would I pretend?" Michael didn't answer with words at first. He reached out and took her hand, beginning a gentle, mocking massage. "If you wanted to meet your mom, you could have told me, not fake sickness," he said. Diana’s eyes widened, the breath catching in her throat. "You...". "Don’t lie, Diana," Michael interrupted, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "I am not dumb. I just love playing along with the game. You go see your mom; she is at Ward 242".

I will try to come home soon…” “What aren’t you telling me, Michael?” “Nothing, I just…” “Look, I've known you since you were a snotty brat. And don’t you dare upset or anger a pregnant woman. Do you hear me?” Mike laughed and shook his head. “I would never. “ “Good. Now tell me who is the mysterious another half of the “we” ?”. “I … might have met someone. And it's not just anyone. “ “What? Are you fucking kidding me! Why didn’t you start with this?”

He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?" At that moment, Michael emerged from the banquet hall. "Emily, let's go. I'll take you home.” His voice washed away the chill in my heart. I nodded slightly, bypassing James and heading straight for the car parked by the entrance. James shouted after me. "Emily, don’t get too cocky! You think Michael truly cares for a woman like you? It's just a fling!" "You, the lowliest of wolves, how could someone like him ever look at you? You're delusional!"

He scrutinized me from head to toe. “What is it?” I asked him. “You are…” I shook his head as if shaking the thought out of his mind. “Let us go.” The drive to school had Michael Jackson asking ‘Who’s loving you?’ on loud speaker. Glimpses of Hector’s smile kept appearing in my vision while the song reminded me that I still had my soulmate close by. It made me smile. Until that longing feeling invaded the comfortable warmth in my chest. I miss him so much. I needed to speak to him. I notice that I am not only making him suffer I am making myself suffer as well.

"Funny you should mention that, how is your Beta, Michael, I think it was? How is his leg after he almost lost it in our challenge? I almost made him a eunuch if memory serves?" The table erupted into chuckles and Jackson's face grew hot, his eyes narrowing in on me, but I kept the serene smile plastered on my face and never broke eye contact. "I'm not afraid of you Jackson." I linked him, my smile going up half a fraction when his anger melted to shock at my mental intrusion.

"Now, why don't you try? You just need to call her name in the sentence and she'll be alerted. She can control every feature in the room so you can tell her to change anything you don't like right now. She also can do search features online." "Okay..." She responds unsure at first. "Mel?" "Yes Mikayla?" She responds bluntly. Mika gives Lucas a look and he shrugs, laughing lightly. "Play Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys..." She mutters loudly, and then softly, the tune begins. She closes her eyes as the music she loves so much washes over her in the same way music will when you're out in the rain, the damp and yet bassful way it could possibly sound. "...wanna be yours.... Wanna be yoursss...

Kiya glared him and returned his slap back to him. "From all angles unlike you chimpanzee", She made face. "Guys, he is my bodyguard Micheal Abel.", Anisha introduced stopping their war. "Oh my, that is really hot you know...I love Michael.." "Oh Ms.Dreamy he was the god of dance Michael Jackson and here he is just a puppet ..a new puppet of our princess okay." , Alex again butted in, clearly he didn't like her friends drooling over a person like him. "Are you envious chimpanzee?", Kiya quipped intentionally triggering him, gosh she was enjoying his pissed off expressions.

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