Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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...

"She's probably just tired." "Aurora is anything but tired," Dad muttered, not letting it go. They slipped into one of their usual debates, and I tuned them out. My mind was elsewhere. Flashing back to Jaxon—his mouth hovering over mine, his hand slipping under my panties, his fingers moving with slow, devastating precision, pressing and rubbing onto my clit like a brute. "You taste just as sweet as you look, Poppet..." His voice echoed in my head, low and sinful. My thighs clenched under the table. My pulse roared in my ears.

Suddenly, Uncle Mike tore my panties away and delivered a stinging slap to my rear. The sound rang out, sharp and crisp. "What a lovely sound," he grunted. "So tender and supple." That slap left me strangely satisfied, as if a fire had been ignited deep inside me. At that moment, I desperately wanted him to take me. "Uncle Mike, please… give it to me. I can't take it anymore." He gripped my slender waist with both hands and lined himself up. "Hold on tight. I'm coming in." I shut my eyes, trembling like a helpless rabbit, bracing for the impact.

Penelope gave a tight smile, popping some chopped meat into her mouth. Then suddenly, Demetria stood squealing, “MJ!” Penny brows creased, “What?” “The king of pop! They're playing his song!” Demetria bounced off to the center of the restaurant where some other customers danced. Penelope laughed at Demetria's funny dance movements. Demetria was a huge fan of Michael Jackson and Penelope wasn't really surprised at her outburst. Leaning back on her seat with her eyes on the dancing Demetria, but her mind far else, she couldn't help the thought that came to her mind.

“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.”

However, when her weight landed on her wounded foot, she hissed in pain and lost her balance. Luckily, Michael was watching intently, and before she fell back on the ground, he managed to catch her by her arms. "Are you okay? I told you to let me help you." "Don't touch..." "No," Michael firmly said. "You can't even walk. Think of it this way, I'll only touch you once to help you tonight, but if you lose your foot, you'll be touched by so many people. Which do you think is worse?" Michael felt like he was talking to a kid. He didn't expect that she would buy the exaggerated scenario he just made up. For some reason, he found it a bit... funny.

Michael called from the other side. Blinking, I slowly sat up, letting the covers fall over my lap. Excitement and apprehension mingled inside my chest. Heightened my heartbeat until it was threatening to come out of my mouth. "What are you still doing up?" I hissed back, scowling heavily at the door. As if he could see me. See the amusement gleaming on my face. I've heard about midnight booty calls but had thought it bove Michael. Maybe a tryst right now would do me some good. Get my mind off of things. Only, the tryst would be with my mate who was stubbornly ignoring the fact that he was my mate.

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

Jordan declared. Michael instantly burst into laughter. Jordan continued, "I have a superpower, Mikey. Do you know what it is?" "What is it?" "I'm super in love with you." Michael couldn't stop chuckling. "How did I not realize just how much of a flirt you are, Jordan? You must've had a lot of practice with other people, huh?" "I have." "I knew it!" Michael's smile vanished, his expression now tinged with anger. "I've flirted with a lot of people before," Jordan said earnestly. "For example, the cute Mikey, the aloof Mikey, the bashful Mikey, the happy Mikey, and the domineering Mikey."

I reached up and threw my arms around his neck, squeezing the life out of him as I chuckled. "My Goddess, I love you Michael! " I said then pulled away from him. "Thank you!" I said and he gave me a half smile, almost smirking and smiling at me at the same time. "I love you too you little shit! All jokes aside, I'll gladly stay with you until it's time." Michael said as he got serious. I swallowed the lump in my throat. pushing it down, Not wanting to cry anymore. "Go be with your mates!... Who knows, Garrick might be more twisted than we think and send you back in a pink tutu. Your mates won't want anything to do with you after that!"