Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Sucking air through his teeth and cursing as he dealt with the explosion of pain in his groin, Michael got up and followed after her, catching her very easily. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He ground out through clenched teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. It was such a surprise that the timid Duncan had managed to kidnap and tie up this hellcat. “Let go of me, you asshole. Do you think I don’t know that you planned this together with that psycho over there? Why else is he still standing there as though he does not have a care in the world, and why did you go to have such a lengthy conversation with him? You must think I’m stupid. Just wait till I get back to town. You’ll both b