Michael Jackson X Reader Novels & Stories

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Michael says quietly , seeming on edge ; if his glares at Jace were of any hint . " Where's the book ? " Jace asks again , seeming annoyed by the blanter they put forth . Michael drops it on the coffee table with a slam recieving a glare in return from Jace . Regardless , he picks up the book and observes the cover and index . " It seems to be it . " He starts flipping through the pages in search of the weapon section . I take a seat beside him and lean back on the couch , resting my chin on my hand . " Are you sure it's here ? " I asked and on cue the section of weapons is opened and he turns through all sorts of things . Guns , swords , poisons ..

Kayley ~”I don't eat ice-cream. Jackson ~”I know, it's for me.” I don't say a word, guess we going to sit like this in silence until one of us fall asleep, but I am wrong. Kayley ~”Jackson what are you doing?” Jackson ~”I am reading.” Kayley ~”Doctor said you must not talk to me.” Jackson ~”Yes but he did not say I can't read.” Kayley ~”Who are you reading for?” Jackson ~”For the babies.”

he ordered and almost immediately, one of the bouncers handed him a card reader. Gently as Micheal dropped his debit card on the floor just at the feet of the club owner, the strip club owner bent down and picked it up. Also, his face had not been without a mocking smirk and he continued to puff out smoke from his mouth. “Pin?” the strip club owner asked. But if Micheal would disclose that, it was a lie. Instead, he rose to his feet and took the card reader from him. He entered his secret code and pressed the button 'ok' while he returned the card reader to the strip club owner.

He tried his best to hide behind some students. As the line got shorter, Cyril got a little more excited with his plan. Then his time came and Hera, who didn’t know what was happening, just explained the club and everything about it to Cyril. "Hey, welcome to Reader's Club. They designed this club for students who are adventurous, hopeless romantics, or even those who love to fathom," Hera said before handing the flyer to Cyril. Just then she looked at him. "Hi," Cyril smiled and waved at his best friend.

Because he’d guessed the real answer without being told. Rory pointed at me. “Overwhelmed? She was overwhelmed by being a secret fan.” “I am not a secret fan,” I snapped automatically. Rory lifted the magazine cover with Jace’s face on it. “You have evidence.” Micah finally glanced up from the book, calm as always. “This is… a lot.” I pointed a finger at him. “Why are you reading my book.” Micah held it up slightly. “It’s good.” “That’s not the point,” I said.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

He was pretty much a professional because he had even managed to outsmart the player’s security. Seeing a Maybach coming along, he had run to hide further away from the store, to see if he would be lucky enough to get another fantastic news. He had carefully arranged his camera when he saw the car pull into Carnal Sex Toy’s driveway. The reporter’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Jackson Michaelson step out of the car to open the back door. He had screamed inwardly. Did he just witness the infamous billionaire tycoon, ethical but egocentric son of Jared Luciano Michaelson pull the door open for… a woman!!

’ Backing away, she gave him a final, cunning smile and said, 'You won’t be able to stop her from seeing all your secrets. Jackson waited the few minutes it took for his temper to settle back where it belonged. So, Rachel had been the tarot reader Sandra had mentioned when she’d given a reason for breaking their engagement. He’d have to remember to thank Rachel later. Still holding his food, he hesitated another moment for her to complete her reading. As her customer left, he broke from the circle of people and approached her table. Though her focus had been on gathering her cards, he saw her tense and her head came up, her gaze locking with his. Her gray eyes didn’t register surprise, but r

Some were older, showing a younger version of him. ‘This is creepy… Is he in love with him?’ Near the window, a table displayed several small picture frames—some of Jaxon alone, others of the two of them together. Michael’s jaw remained slack as he took in the sheer volume of images scattered around the room. Then, something else caught his eye—gift bags. Some were Cartier, others were small, elegant packages meant for presents. Without thinking, he grabbed one and peeked inside. A glasses case sat neatly inside. He flipped it open—a Cartier pair. At the bottom of the bag, a folded note rested.