Michael Jackson's Phone Number Novels & Stories

"It's probably spam." "It's the Satellite Phone line," Jackson hesitated. "It's the emergency frequency." Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. He couldn't resist. He grabbed the phone. A text message flashed on the screen. It was from Mia. [ MESSAGE: Hey Dad. Pick up. We accidentally got arrested in Nepal. Don't tell Mom. ] Jackson stared at the phone. He looked at Serenity. "Who is it?" Serenity asked suspiciously. "Uh... wrong number," Jackson lied quickly, sliding the phone into his pocket. "Let's go upstairs."

| Michael | Jackson texted me shortly after arriving in Houston for his business meeting. My World: I've landed. On my way to the office right now. Me: Good. Make me proud, love. My World: Always ? Take care of our girl, will you? Me: Of course. Why wouldn't I? My World: I'll call you when I'm finished. I love you. My phone rang before I could even respond. I discarded my phone to the side and grabbed the work phone on the table. "Yes?"

To Dan, to lose to J&J, he’d rather sign a death sentence. Michael receives the call from an unknown number, and he is hesitant to pick it up, seeing that it may be who he suspects, but either way, he picked it up, which may also be an important call. “Why did you take so long to pick up the call? Come to my office now.” This was loud and clear; it was done. He needed something again. He had forgotten that he changed this phone before he resumed work; he couldn’t get the numbers he had previously saved on his other phone, particularly Dan’s phone number.

Each ring gave me a chance to calm down, reminding me that Michael was just human. "Yes?" His deep voice finally answered. Even how he answered the phone was authoritative like he expected the entire world to be at his beck and call. "Hi," I said, then cleared my throat when it suddenly felt like it was constricting. "It's Jade." He was quiet for some time, and I thought I had lost him. "Michael?" "Took you long enough," he said coldly. "Excuse me?" "Come to my hotel, and we'll talk."

She sat with it for a long time. *He reads the same paragraph four times and thinks nobody notices.* She looked at Riyana’s sleeping face. She did not know what to do with that information except carry it. So she did. ———— In Mansoor Corporation, Michael flagged the number at eleven forty-three. Unknown. Monaco area code. Raiyan looked at it for three seconds. He picked up. “Raiyan, how are y—” “What do you need this time?” A beat. “Or how much?”

"And if I win?" "You won’t." His confidence was infuriating. Still, I grabbed his hand. He turned it over, brushing a kiss across my knuckles. "Five minutes, and my phone will ring." I wanted him to be right. No, I didn’t. Yes, you do. Michael ordered another round, this time a fruity cocktail with barely any alcohol for me. As we took our drinks, his phone rang. A smirk spread across his face as he held it up. Monica. His little Sis.

Sofia exclaimed, her eyes widening as she quickly dialed the number that just called. I tensed. “Are you sure she’s the one?” “Hundred percent.” She breathed out. The call rang, but there was no response. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified, and my entire body tensed as we dialled the number a few more times, with no avail. “Fuck!” I groaned in frustration as I dialled Michael’s number—a private investigator. He picked up almost immediately, and I spoke into the phone. “I’ll send a phone number to you now; find out who owns it and their location.”

Clark roared. Hands trembling, Michael handed over his phone. Clark dialed the familiar number, silently pleading that the news wasn't true, that Nyla would pick up. But when the cold, mechanical voice announced, "The number you have dialed is not available. Please try again later," his hopes were completely crushed.

Jackson interacting with media reporters. The situation suddenly turned around, and public opinion instantly reversed. And at that moment, Mrs. Jackson also received a subpoena from the court. Without thinking, she immediately called that person to inquire about the next steps. However, when she dialed that number again, it was already out of service. She held her phone and sat on the sofa gloomily. Within a few seconds, the phone in her hand suddenly vibrated. The phone call was made by Terry's secretary, Mrs. Jackson answered the phone, "Jerry?"

' Michael immediately typed as a response before sending the message to the unknown number. Immediately, Michael sat up, only to wince loudly due to the previous night’s activity. He extended his hand and picked up the drugs that were placed on the table. By the time Michael gulped the drugs down, there was already an incoming call on his phone—the caller was the unknown number. Without hesitation, Michael picked up the call. "Doctor Michael,” a familiar deep, masculine voice filled with longing suddenly drifted from the other end of the phone. Michael was stunned by the voice, so much that he was speechless for a few seconds. "You..." Michael hadn’t expected the owner of the number to be Sc