Muzan And Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

Mia’s POV It’s 4 a.m., and I have not slept a wink.I have been tossing and turning while Hercules seemed to be in a faraway land in his sleep. But here I was.I'm still finding it hard to close my eyes. It’s Zen. My blood is still cold, and my heart is pounding in my chest. Threatening to fall out of my rib cage. I have tried to visualize Zen as the bad guy, but the memories I have of him are nothing but sweet, kind, and shy. How could he? I mean, why would he? Michael treated him like family, even though they were in no way related. Did they have unresolved issues? What could have made Zen... sweet, innocent-looking Zen try to usurp power from Michael? Did he want to be the alpha? My eyes wi

Kiya glared him and returned his slap back to him. "From all angles unlike you chimpanzee", She made face. "Guys, he is my bodyguard Micheal Abel.", Anisha introduced stopping their war. "Oh my, that is really hot you know...I love Michael.." "Oh Ms.Dreamy he was the god of dance Michael Jackson and here he is just a puppet ..a new puppet of our princess okay." , Alex again butted in, clearly he didn't like her friends drooling over a person like him. "Are you envious chimpanzee?", Kiya quipped intentionally triggering him, gosh she was enjoying his pissed off expressions.