Never Neverland Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

Tears welled up in Justine's eyes almost instantly. Megan's grandmother had shown her so much kindness from the day she arrived. That sweet, gentle woman—gone in an instant, just like that. Robert lowered his voice as he explained, "It was a few guys on motorcycles. They didn't slow down. They've already been taken in." But they couldn't keep it from Megan forever. That night, before bed, Megan asked Justine to wake her up early as she didn't want to miss her grandmother coming home. However, her grandmother would never be coming back.

He stubbornly stood at my door, through rain and wind alike. "Cathy, please, just meet me once! Just once!" Sometimes Sebastian would see him and come out to chase him off, even getting physical. Theo never fought back. He just repeated the same plea stubbornly. "Let me see her… Sebastian, just let me see Cathy one time…" To make me remember the past, he even took up woodcarving. Clumsily, he started from the basics. After countless cuts and scratches on his hands, he finally finished a tiny wooden rabbit that vaguely resembled the real thing.

That gave me the chance to escape. Julianne told me that after I got away, they kept searching for another opportunity and swore they'd kill me on sight. That was why she never allowed me to attend public events. But so many years had passed. I looked nothing like I had at five, and the kidnapping ring had long since collapsed in an internal feud. The surviving members had since been convicted and executed. Julianne still insisted, "There has to be someone left. They're probably hiding somewhere, waiting for a chance to come after you."

The white lily was no longer hanging above the dance floor. It was resting on Lydia Volkov’s chair. And beneath it lay another black envelope. This one was addressed to only one person. Mrs. Lydia Volkov.

"I've got our whole chat on tape. Tell me the truth, and we'll split the lottery winnings. Lie to me, and I'll have you charged with murder, spending your lottery winnings behind bars for the rest of your life." Brandon's face went white as a sheet. He spilled the beans in a heartbeat. "There's a safe deposit box at Sapphire Ridge Bank. That's where the ticket is! The password? My mom's birthday."

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

But he knows he should not play these silly games anymore. Never again. Joe will never let Michael Jackson stay in his head all day and night again. He turns around and walks away fast into the crowd.