Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He nods smiling. "You don't like me in that way, it is fine. I thought your, 'You're hot' comment was the truth." "It was Jackson, and I do like you. I just can't do this to MJ." His dad and mum might, but I can't. "MJ is a grown man, and to be honest Anaya, he has been telling me for years to walk. Over and over. He thought you should have walked from Marcus after all that with Lucy and then him leaving." I love MJ, and I hate the thought of him getting hurt when he finds out. Jackson moves again to kiss me, my hands going to push him away, but stopping before grabbing him and pulling him closer to me as I kiss him back. He moves, his body pushing me back onto the sofa as my hands pull at h

I asked him and begged again because he might let me suck his hard shaft if he saw me begging him as if my life depends on it. "I want you to dance with me, mate. Dance like a stripper in a club and then slowly come to me to suck my dick." Michael commands me and I just swallow my saliva while I imagined myself dancing in front of him. Even though I don't know how to dance very well, I still dared to do what Michael wants me to do, with my body getting hotter and hotter, I would do everything just to be able to suck Michael's hard and huge shaft again. I slowly stood up and then I went out of the bathroom, I quickly picked up my cellphone and the speaker before hurrying back to the bathroom

"I hope that you don't mind?" Michael wanted to be mad at her as he'd always been a one-woman guy. But seeing Mika lounging on the bed behind Zoe drove his hormones into overdrive and he couldn't help but grin at them both. "I just hope that you're not the jealous type," he said as he wrapped her up into his powerful arms, his dark black skin a stark contrast to her ivory tone. He fell down into the massive bed with her, landing on top of her with her legs wrapped around his midsection.

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

She stands her ground with a maturity beyond her years even though her skin grows warmer in hue with unexpressed anger. I don't know why, but I think she hates me with the certain clarity of someone informed well enough to believe she is right. Someone has told her things about me, but who? And then things click into place. This must be Michael. His promised revenge delivered in the form of a pretty little package. But how would he know about Jessica? How would he get close enough to make her come here and defend Hunter's honor? Jessica Jackson is a superstar celebrity. Michael has no place within her social circle. She should be so out of his league that she'd be untouchable.

Marietta’s POV A drop of tears escaped my eyes as I saw Michael standing behind Jackson. “What the hell are you doing here?” I fumed. “Can we talk, please?” He pleaded. I could sense some tension in his voice. I've known Michael for many years. And never for once have I seen him this way. Yeah, of course. Only the day I threatened to breach the contract with him. I can see how lost and weak he was. I can see how confused he was.

It is the small things that keep me happy. Nicole POV It has been six years since Michael banished me. Layla would be Sixteen by now, and she would have shifted for the first time. Not a day passes when I don't think about her; I miss her every day. I still have nightmares about leaving Layla behind; I don't think they will ever stop. Michael broke my heart and soul when he took her from me. If not for Jackson, I would not have survived. It took me a long time to realize Jackson was my mate. I was scared about letting someone else close to me. Jackson is the complete opposite of Michael. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He is very muscular, 6 foot 2 inches tall, and incredibl

he said, and Mike blushed to the tip of his ears again. “Mickey” was the nickname his ex used to call him, and he had no idea that Jaxon had discovered it by digging through his mind. He was having one of those, “I’m really who I think I am” moments when he felt Jaxon’s fingers pushing into his ass. Jaxon concentrated, his long lashes squinting in pleasure as he began to thrust his greasy fingers inside Mike’s hole with expert precision. When Jaxon unexpectedly added another finger, Mike screamed out.

They made out intimately on Michael's luxurious bed, the beautiful woman gradually got used to the activity that made him comfortable and addicted to it. "Michael, as usual, your performance makes me in love," said Alexa. "You're the only woman who makes me addicted like this, always want to enjoy all the pleasures that are in your body," replied Michael. “You naughty man,” muttered Alexa. Michael has calmed down when he was with Alexa, since meeting Queen Jane and is tense because the relationship with Alexa is opposed by the queen, he chooses to go home and meet Alexa to release his emotions. Now he is very tired after making love with Alexa he sleeps in Alexa's arms until morning.

“Hey there, it’s Lana. Are you free this Sunday? For the meal we promised you. Sorry I’m texting this late. I kept saying I would text him, I would text him, and now it's 3am. Anyway, do let us know in the morning if you will be available and, if not, we can always just reschedule. Good morning and enjoy your day.” Marco’s drooping eyes lit up as he read. Here he was thinking of buying an island and kidnapping her, while the poor girl was thinking of when to have him over for dinner. He looked up at the couple on the monitor. Once again, they were becoming all affectionate and touchy.