Michael Jackson's Phone Number Novels & Stories

He glanced at the phone and it had been on the call, immediately he held it to it ears “Hello” he said quietly “Who’s this!” And immediately the line went dead Jackson didn’t have enough, he quickly tried to dial Ethan’s number because he knew it and he realized it was the same number that had been on the call, quickly he ended the call “Shit” he said quietly “That was Ethan?” He didn’t have time, he glanced at the door pausing a bit for footsteps, then he typed out Emily’s number and immediately he sent the location, not wanting to risk a phone call

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.

“Yes, Michael. I'll be there as soon as possible.” After hanging up, he dialed a number. “Get the helicopter ready. We're returning to Jackson City.” ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ Liam tapped his index finger on the wheel pensively as he drove down the street toward the Hamilton residence. He hadn't liked the way Michael sounded over the phone—so rude and cold, not even a greeting. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on. “Good day, Mr. Vidal,” Jonas greeted as he opened the gates through the automatic system.

Then he pulled out his cell and punched buttons before finally tossing the phone toward Kaden. “Program your numbers into her phone. I want her to have you on speed dial in case anything ever goes wrong.” Bethany’s eyebrows drew together as Kaden and then Trevor rapidly punched buttons before returning the phone to Jace. Then Jace handed her the phone. “I programmed my number in. It’s number one on speed dial. Kaden is number two and Trevor is number three. My office number is four and my apartment is number five. Carry this phone on you at all times, and if you don’t want me freaking out thinking you’re in an alley dead somewhere, then you better damn well answer when I call. Got it?”

Jackson was feeling a little more confident now. "Really. Well, that's for her to decide but the evidence and pictures I have are very convincing. Your plus one does have a lovely ass though. Saw you holding on to it all evening. You are quite handsy I must say," Damian said mockingly. "And as for your wife's number, isn't it 917-237-5790?" Jackson was surprised as hell. Damian was more than a devil. Torres swallowed hard. He had kept silent through it all.

She dialed Tyler's number over and over again but it wasn't going through so she decided to get Jason's contact from Leah and call him instead but his phone was switched off and this made her more frantic and worried. "What could have happened to them? None of their phones are reachable." Jessica complained worriedly. "Even though Jason is the only friend of Tyler that I'm close with, I still have contact with the rest. You can check Micheal and Justin's number, I'm sure one of them will be reachable." Leah suggested as she devoured her food hungrily and without hesitation, Jessica quickly searched for Micheal's number, and luckily, he answered. "Hey, Micheal, this is Jessica Vegas." She int

"Why can't I contact everyone? Shit! Did they abandon me already?" Jackson gritted his teeth. Jackson is currently in the interrogation room for questioning. He looked at his cell phone. Still no one called him. He has dialed his personal lawyer and all his friends and all the lawyers that he knows but to no avail. His eyes lit up when he remembered Jun. "Call Jun. He's my personal bodyguard," Jackson ordered the police who guard him. He immediately followed him.

After all, back then, she thought of him only as the client and had taken his contact for work purposes. But no one answered for a long time. She wondered if it was because the number was unfamiliar, so she called from Jordan’s phone instead. Fortunately, she knew Jordan’s unlock password. This time, it rang once and was picked up. “Jordan, where are you?” Hearing the urgency in the voice, no longer the usual calm tone, she immediately knew something had happened to Jordan. “It’s me, Mr. Jackson. I found Jordan’s phone in the bathroom...” Before she could finish speaking, a reprimanding voice came through, cold as ice.

He was about to go back to his office when he noticed a sticky pad. “If it's important, email me at If not, do not email me! If you have to speak with me, directly then call the number below. 8-679-489-7882.” Jhonia's note states for contact, Kyhe pulled out his phone and called the number immediately. “Hi, you reached Jhonia, please leave your message and I will get back to you or you can try again.” Kyhe hung up as the phone went to voicemail! He waited for a few minutes and called again.

Killian asked, walking back into the living room with his laptop in his hand which he had left while we went to the hotel. “I just noticed I was too hungry to sleep!”.. I picked up my phone and almost immediately my phone rang up “A strange number?” I muttered to myself, I looked up to see that Killian was at work again!!! Replying to emails… Doesn't he ever get tired!!??? I picked up the call and placed the food into the microwave. “Hello!” A male voice said across the phone. “Who is this?”I questioned without wasting time. “It's Michael…. Micheal Anwar!”.