Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wasn’t scared of flying, but I also didn’t like to leave my mind unoccupied to imagine the worst happening. “Well, I hope you're not too disappointed,” Michael said teasingly. “This is so much better,” I said and slipped my hand into his. “If you need to be distracted, I do have a few suggestions,” he said with a wink. The jet started moving slowly as it pulled away from the private hangar. I squeezed his hand slightly as I felt us up speed. I was grateful for the distraction of Michael’s flirting. I had a suspicion that he was doing it on purpose for my benefit.

Michael eyed Jackson. "I can't," Jackson said through gritted teeth. "These seated are fucking hard." "Like my dick, right?" Michael smirked when Jackson visibly blushed, though irritated by his man's statement. "Earth to the couple," I waved my hand up. "Third wheel over here," "Sorry, princesa," Jackson said, shifting around. "Don't mind me, I'm nursing the aftermath of tempting the beast." He threw a glare at Michael, who smiled slyly.

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.

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

I was four inches taller and twice as broad, and I made sure he felt every bit of that difference. Jason finally looked at me, his lip curling in a sneer. "Mikel O’ Connor? The quiet kid from the back of the class? What are you doing in her apartment at six in the morning? Get out before I call my security team and have you thrown out of this neighborhood." "I’m not that kid anymore, Jason," I said, my voice vibrating with a threat I didn't bother to hide. "And she doesn't work for you. Not anymore. She’s my fiancée."

“This is ridiculous. Michael ran off with Cynthia, he wouldn’t …” I leaned close, lowering my voice until only she could hear. “Do you want your money back?” Her breath hitched. “Do you want revenge?” The fire lit in her eyes again. “Yes,” she whispered. “Then you’ll do exactly what I say.” Vivian dragged her away toward one of the guest rooms, Victor chuckled low under his breath beside me. “You really think Michael’s gonna bite from a couple selfies?” he asked. “He’s a narcissist,” I said flatly. “Of course he’ll bite.”