Michael Jackson's Phone Number Novels & Stories

She straddled Michael and bent down to kiss his ears. "A quick one before work? Surely you do not want me to go," Michael said hoarsely. He grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and was about to drive home when the phone rang. Michael looked at Audrey and groaned. He peeled Audrey off of him and grabbed the phone on the table. "Hello?" Michael said in a gruff voice. "Michael, where are you?" Marcus Evans asked on the phone. Michael took the phone off his ears and stared at it for a while. He turned to Audrey and mouthed Marcus' name. "I am home, why?" Michael asked back.

At least, until— Suddenly, at that moment, Michael’s phone rang. Puzzled as to who could be calling his private number at this hour, he glanced at the screen. It was his personal assistant, Grady. If Grady himself was calling outside of work hours, then that meant this must be something important. Michael answered the call without further delay. “Hello? Is there a problem?” he asked, going straight to the point. “Mr. McGregor,” Grady said in a hurried tone, “we’ve found her.”

… and Charlotte is allowing him to do so. Phone in hand, standing away from her, I tap in Michael's number, cupping over my mouth. "Hi, you've reached the phone for Michael Summerford. I'm busy right now, but if you leave your name, number and a message...." Fuck! I try the number for his sports centre instead. "Hello. Life and Fitness. Mr Summerford's extension. How can I help you?" "Please tell Mr Summerford I need to speak to him. It's James."

He reached into his pocket and checked. "What did your girlfriend call me for?" Jake asked, mumbling. He looked at Mike, who was confused. Jake then picked up the call. "Yeah, Jen? What is it?" Jake asked, and then his eyebrows rose at the same time. "You were looking for Mike, and he turned off his phone? Oh, he forgot his promise, didn't he?" Jake raised his voice. Mike got annoyed and threw the pen he would use to write, but it didn't work. He forgot to make an appointment with Jennifer to meet this afternoon, but his cell phone was dead because it ran out of battery.

Jackson's hand searched his bed for his phone as he slowly raised his eyelids, and blinked his eyelashes to adjust his vision to the bright sunlight glowing in his room. Once he got a hold of his phone, he sat up in bed and unlocked it, then a frown settled on his lip as he stared at the fifty missed calls notifications on his screen. Sighing heavily, Jackson slowly scrolled through his call log and stopped at the number of the only person he knew who wouldn't give him a morning headache.

These kids were beginning to tire him. Behind Michael and I were finishing the packet of macaroons when my phone started to vibrate. I frowned, Hmm was that a message? But from whom? Am I stupid it must be that of the operator because I only have three numbers on my mobile. Michaël, Jeanne and Mr. Burns. Hmm unless it's the last, it should not be Jeanne because she doesn't know yet about the cell phone and Michaël is by my side. I wonder why he contacted me, did I miss a spot? Or does he have something else to tell me since we won't be seeing each other tomorrow?

I guess it all comes with the age. "Wanna go for a run?" Michael asks and i nod. "Yeah. I'll just change." * * * An hour and some minutes later, we walk through the door laughing about some old memories when Michael's phone rings. He bends down and unlatches it from the leg pouch and frowns when he looks at the screen. "What's up?" I ask when he remains rooted in place and his frown deepens as he scrolls through his phone. "Just found misses calls from Sam from an hour ago. She never calls me at five."

Michael didn't respond. "Shit!" Bobby said again. He patted his pocket and realized he'd left his phone in back in his apartment, but he noticed a phone on the floor beside Michael. Picking it up, he dialed 911 and gave the pertinent information to the operator. Assured that help was on the way, Bobby disconnected with the 911 dispatcher. He scrolled through Michael's contacts until he found Maggie and pressed 'call'.

While he was thinking about what could be troubling his mom, he heard his phone ring and immediately snapped out of it to see who the caller was. He notices that the number is not one that he's familiar with, so he picks up the call immediately, hoping it will be an important call. “Good day, Alpha Jackson.” The caller said immediately, sounding a little too excited to speak with him, he checked the number again, trying to confirm if he didn't see correctly, and maybe he actually knows who it is, but after confirming again, he realized it's not someone he's familiar with. “Who are you, and how did you get my number?” Jackson asked her immediately without waiting to hear what else she had to

From: +63923xxxxxxx Be careful on your way home. I didn’t come closer earlier; your husband might get mad. - Maico How did he get my number??? Wait. Oh yeah, I used his phone earlier to call mine. I smiled. To: +63923xxxxxxx Okay. You take care too. Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye properly. From: +63923xxxxxxx It’s okay. Till next time :) Next time? Hmm. I didn’t reply anymore. I saved his number.