Novel & Cerita Michael Jackson Fanfiction

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?”

Suddenly, a deep voice came through. "Is this sufficient?" I looked up sharply to see Michael emerging from the crowd. His expression was unreadable, but his aura was powerful. "James, what do you believe you're doing?" His voice was cold. James's face paled. He had assumed that even if I had some connection to Michael, he wouldn't publicly intervene. "M-Michael... Uncle, I... I was merely joking with Emily..." he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "Joking?" Michael scoffed. "You don't appear to be joking."

Maria yelled and they both burst out laughing. "Jeez, I don't want to die before I get married," he blurted and feigned concentration on his driving. Maria was beyond overjoyed. "I love you, Jones Jackson." "I love you more, Micheal Jackson." He could barely contain his own laughter. "Fine, go meet him, six feet is just a short distance!" It was Maria's turn to feign annoyance now. Her arms were folded across her chest and she tried not to crack up.

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

Maya said as if she read his mind, he patted his cheeks softly as she smiled at him. "You look incredibly gorgeous, "Michael remarked as he drew Maya's attention. "Thank you " Maya replied, a smile still on her face, Michael smiled back at her, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. Micheal was about to push further for a proper conversation when the doors to the reception hall opened and Jason walked in, a huge grin on his face. A glint of anger and frustration which Maya didn't see appeared on Michael's face, Every time he tried to make a move, Jason suddenly appeared from nowhere to shatter his efforts to shreds. He couldn't do anything about it because Jason was powerful and not