Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Archie rolled his eyes and Melanie scoffs at him. “How ridiculous you can be?” Melanie glare hard at him. “Whatever! Let's hear your song, Michael Jackson in woman form.” Archie teased, earning a glare from Melanie. “I bet you only know him through history.” Melanie scoff. She lifts her right hand to his head brushing his brown hair backwards. “Know who? Who's that?” He asks, not getting her point. Melanie grinned “I’m talking about Michael Jackson, you kid!” she says. Archie slaps her hand off his hair in annoyance.

Jack put his glass down and said, “Come on. Tell me what happened.” “Nothing, really.” Michael shunned the topic. “You told me that you love your fiancee. Why do you regret it now? By the way, Lendon Martin’s girlfriend is also a daughter of the Miller family?” Jack queried. “Yes, she is the one I love, but they pushed me to marry her sister. I appreciate that Lendon Martin ruined the party.” Michael sarcastically uttered. “Oh crap!” Jack was shocked, “So the girl you like is Lendon’s girlfriend?”

He really is Michael Jackson, laughing I also pushed myself closer to him and moved my legs side to side imitating whatever Michael Jackson did. Right when I started to enjoy I am pulled away from baldy or was it Jackson. “Hey!” The chocolate eyes were filled with anger but not towards me, it was pointed at baldy. “Leave.” He barked and the ma scurried off. Scaredy cat! Smelling the vanilla bourbon scent I forgot about the sweat and liquor in the room. “I wanted to dance with Michael Jackson.” I whined holding onto the collar of Nathan. Even his name was hot!

And I think party's the best thing. I took a U turn and went back to the villa. After reaching there, I went to Jordan's room and found him doing pushup. I told him about the idea expecting he would agree. "I like it! But I think Michael is going to love it." Jordan laughed. I smiled and nodded with satisfaction. After that I went straight to Michael's room and as usual found him sleeping and having a sex dream. I pushed him but he didn't even care to let out a single word and kept sleeping like a sloth.

“You two have been… talking about me?” Mirabel stepped close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “We want you. All of you. Rough. No limits. No safe, boring vanilla sex. We want to tie you down and use you until you forget your own name. And once we start… you’ll belong to us.” The raw confession hit Michael like a punch. He’d fantasized about them , their laughter, their bodies, the way they moved together but never imagined they wanted him like this. His cock stiffened instantly in his jeans, betraying him.

He smiles as he extends his hand to shake Jackson’s hand. “I’m Mike, but my friends call me Mikey.” He says, but Jackson doesn’t reach for his hand; he stares at it like it’s diseased. “Well, Mike,” Jackson says, emphasizing that he isn’t his friend with narrowed eyes, “Jessica is my sister, and I am the man of the house. I would appreciate it if you didn’t kiss my sister until you earn my approval.” My mouth gapes, and I have no idea what I should say, “Jackson!” Is what finally comes from my mouth, but Mike smiles, stopping me as he looks at Jackson seriously.

Everyone in the city knows that Michael Shaw despises me to my core. He even takes pleasure in humiliating me in public at banquets. He sneers, "My family made its fortune through gambling. Nancy Jackson is just a pretty face who can't even recognize all the suits in a deck of cards. Marrying her would be worse than marrying an inflatable doll that at least reacts!" Still, the marriage agreement between our families comes first. On top of that, the fake heiress, who is his true love, can't have children. So, he forces me to gamble with him. "If you lose, I want your womb to bear me a child. You have to get a C-section without anesthesia," he demands cruelly. I've long had enough of him a

"Jade." The second time sounded more real and more determined, and I knew my mind was not making that up. I had imagined this day – dreamed of it even – where Michael would return and take me into his arms, telling me how much he missed me. But any hope of a fairy tale reunion quickly disappeared when I thought of the little boy whose hand I was holding. The little boy that was Michael's too.

“The fuck you are.” That man has done so many horrific things, and Jackson has suffered the worst of it, but I want to look in his eyes before he dies. I want to see him suffer like he’s made others suffer. I want to know that the nightmare is over. “Jackson, please. I know how to use a gun. I learned from my uncle Paulie when I was a kid. I’m not helpless. I don’t want to be this pathetic woman who waits around like my mother. If you want me like you say you do, then you want a partner. So let me be one, a partner in everything.” “Princess,” Jackson snarls. I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea. “It’s fuckin’ dangerous. I can’t concentrate when you’re around, and no matter what a piece o

His jaw tightened so hard I thought his teeth might break, and a dark, dangerous look clouded his eyes. "He's a monster," Mikel hissed, his voice trembling with a suppressed rage. "He's blackmailing you with an old woman's health? How can he sleep at night?" "I have to go, Mikel! Please, give me the phone!" I cried, trying to scramble off the sofa, but the room tilted again, and I fell back against the cushions.