Michael Jackson's Phone Number Novels & Stories

Then he nods. He pulls me closer, and I close my eyes as the city burns outside, and the Times story moves through the world the way truth always does, unstoppable once it’s free. My phone buzzes at twelve forty-one. I look at the screen. Michael Thomas. Calling my personal number at twelve forty-one in the morning. I answer. The silence on his end lasts four seconds. When he speaks, his voice is not ice-cold and managed. It is not the Thomas composition I have been performing against for the past 2 years.

amused how he used to think of me. "Just a joke. You’re too serious." He looked at his watch. "It's time for my relief Triah, I still want to talk to you but I still have a walk later. Oops, wait. Do you have a cellphone? Maybe I can ask for your number so that when I'm not busy I can text you to meet. Is it fine?" said Mike. "Oh go ahead, wait. Hand me your phone. I will save my digits." he gave me his cellphone so I also gave him my number by typing it in his contacts.

I slowly placed a kiss on his lips and he grabbed me aggressively. We were still kissing very intensely when my phone began ringing. It kept on ringing for a while. Michael hissed and picked up the phone. “Who must be calling by this time?” He asked as he looked at the screen closely. He hissed loudly and turned the phone to me. “Why is he calling you by this hour?” He asked showing me the phone. I slowly peeped at the screen and it was Jerry.

I waited for him until he is out of sight, then I step aside to answer the phone call. "Hello." "My dearest ruby, you finally answered the call." "What do you want Michael?" I won’t ask where the hell he knows my phone number. "Just want to inform you, while you’re in Los Angeles, I want you to kill him." my phone beep and I looked at the screen. A picture of a man that probably be in his fifty and information of him. "You want me to go out on a mission while I’m on a mission?" I said in a disbelief tone. "Are you crazy?!"

Chapter 57 Michael was in the conference room, listening to a presentation by one of his staff, and staring at the projector when his cellphone began to ring on the table. He took a quick look at it, and groaned inwardly when he saw it was Kimberly. He knew exactly why she was calling, and it was to remind him that he had to go pick up Jayson in thirty minute. He'd specifically told her to let him know when it was almost thirty minutes before the pickup time.

in his contacts. My eyes widened instantly when I saw the string of numbers. I knew those numbers by heart, it was clearly Micah Scott's phone number!

He went to his car, which was carelessly parked besides the blue van. Michael stopped between the van and his car, looking straight at the van, he considered checking it for clues, but shook his head and continued to his car. He was too exhausted for that. Entering the car, he saw his phone on the dash board; he was so much in a rush earlier he forgot to take his phone with him. “I doubt I have missed any calls.” He said, with a gentle sad smile on his face. Picking up the phone, Michael’s eyes widened twenty missed calls was flashing boldly from his screen. He checked who they were from, but it was an unknown number and he didn’t have the energy to find out that night, so he drove home.

It didn't work. Zachary was near the door when Kendall spoke so loudly that I was startled: "S could you leave your number in case of any emergency, investigator? "I recognized that soft tone in his voice. It was pure flirtation. I looked in his direction with indignation pulsating in my veins. Zachary turned around, putting one hand in his pocket. "718-452-4280" he said easily before opening the door, and added: " Call if you need any of my services. The same goes for everyone.

I try to think of a game plan on how to save our father and how to defeat Zack but every plan I think of… It always ends with us dying. “Any update yet?” I ask Michael just to break the silence for a while. “No nothing. It is a little bit more complicated to track someone’s phone when they have a phone from the olden times.” He replies. His eyes glued to his phone. “Just keep trying we need to find him.” Saying this I take out my phone and dial Crissy’s number. Straight to voice mail. Her phone must be lying in her house somewhere she can’t hear it.

“I doubt you’ll even be able to get through. We have a house phone, but it’s not hooked up.” Jack nodded and reached into his pocket. “Our cell service isn’t great, but most of the time we can get a call through.” He handed her his phone. “The passcode is 0319. March nineteenth.” She was looking at him questioningly, so he added, “That’s my mom’s birthday.” She hid a smile from him, and he thought he might’ve gotten a few points for not being quite as big of a dick as she’d thought he was before.