Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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

“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.

And now… fed to the dogs… Her body went limp, covered in blood, as she passed out. Michael left the room and walked to the yard. In the dog cage in the yard was just a doll in the shape of a baby. It was precisely the fake baby whom he had just tried to strangle in the room. His assistant brought over a sleeping baby. The assistant asked, "What should we do with Aria's child?" Looking at the baby's cute appearance, Michael's face showed a look of fondness. He thought to himself how wonderful it would be if this child were his own.

Knowing Jasmine and her love for gossip, I was sure that this had to be one of those extremely spicy ones she always managed to know of. “And…?” “Apparently, Ariana is bewildered! Michael‘s not been giving her attention ever since he found out you were also royalty, and to worsen matters… their sex is now bland!” She squealed, whilst rotating her waist and making painful grunting sounds. After a few seconds, she dropped on the bed, began fanning her eyes, and groaned; “…just like that, he only gives her two pumps and stops.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she spoke. It took me a while to understand what she was trying to say and when I finally did, I began to chuckle uncontrollably.

Olivia said. “That’s the sound of jealousy right there,” Justin retorted. “Jealousy? Ew… of that tramp from last night? Hell no,” Olivia shot back. “All I’m saying is, Michael had a great night. And I’m happy for him.” “Whatever.” “Too bad it won’t last,” Justin jeered. “What do you mean?” I asked, sipping my coffee. “You see, Michael, my friend, is a player, Mom. That’s what he does. He finds a girl, takes her to her highest point, and then dashes her heart,” Justin said, biting into his toast.

I replied modestly. From the corner of my eye, I saw the hatred etched across Michael’s face, impossible to conceal. I felt a quiet satisfaction. I deliberately leaned closer to Florence, letting my lips brush gently against her hair. From Michael’s perspective, it seemed as though I was kissing her intimately. Florence stiffened slightly, and I whispered near her ear, “Worried your pretty little plaything is getting jealous?” She kissed my chin lightly, murmuring, “How could I? Whatever my man does makes me happy.”

“Cousin…shouldn't you at least pretend to be shy?“ Michael asks playfully as his grinds his thick cock against my clothed pussy teasingly. “I don't have time for that…please Michael…fuck me” I say dirtily and he thrust his hips forward as if he is really fucking my pussy, “dirty girl…this is forbidden, your mom's downstairs” he says while moving his hips in circle. “I don't care…fuck me please…I'll be quiet” I whimper, my pussy juice seeping past my bikini bottom and staining his pants, “I don't have condoms” Michael murmurs and look over my shoulder into his eyes.