Neverland: Michael Jackson House Novels & Stories

"You and I both know that the value of this house has nothing to do with how old it is." "How did you do it?" Elizabeth took a step toward the porch. "An elemental, a succubus, and a witch. Any of those things would present a challenge, but somehow you surpassed them." "And I will continue to do so." Mike waved his hand at the house. "They aren't just monsters. They're my family. How many times have your people tried to bust in here? How many times have you failed? No matter what you send at me, I will never part with this place. No matter who you send, we will stop them," he said evenly, hoping she couldn't hear the nerves in his voice..

“Michael, you’re really out of your mind! Where’s the real Njord?” Michael was not surprised that she recognized him. He did not bother to maintain his disguise. He said casually, “He’s locked up in the basement. I have my reasons for that.” There was no reason for Ivanka to feel angry or exasperated, but hearing his words, she became even more upset. “Your reasons? You’ve already got the Ganoderma nebula. The private jet home is all set, too! Michael, what’s the point of you staying here?” She simply did not understand him at all.

I exclaimed in amazement as I look around the place. "Welcome to the Mystic Falls, mate," Michael whispered to me and then he quickly get off the horse. He held my hand as I was about to descend, supporting me as I slowly get off from riding the horse. When I got down, Michael tied the horse's reins to the trunk of the tree. “Is this still part of Highland Ranch?”I couldn’t help but ask Michael as we walked closer to the waterfalls. "Yeah, but this is off-limits to the humans," Michael answered me and I just nodded at him.

And the reason for losing it felt haunting for him, for it should have something to do with Claire. He was quick to see the house that was fortunately still recognized by his GPS, parking abruptly in front of an unkempt yard with dried leaves littered on the ground and weeds sticking out from every corner. The house of the Jacksons was untouched, their porch was filled with leaves and dirt but Ma had noticed the a light inside was on, for an abandoned house for nearly a decade, he had guessed that William probably made this as one of his hideouts, and one that Iris didn’t know.

The lights were low and spot-lighted a couch and some chairs. I realized something. "This is your house?" I asked. It was massive, and I had imagined that it belonged to some rich kids parents, hence the college party, but Michael clearly acted like he owned the place. "Yes. I inherited it from my uncle when he passed a few years ago," he said quietly as he sat on the couch and patted the place next to him. He wanted me close. Nerves rushed up. I didn't know how to be submissive. This was surreal.

“The house is huge—no gegantic, no himungous. Like a mountain. “ Michael screamed, bouncing on his feet. “Is that a swimming pool?!” Leon gawked and gave me puppy-dog eyes. “Is this really our new house, Mama?” I turned to Dante, waiting for his permission to say yes or no, because I really didn’t know what to say. He nodded. “Yes.” I muttered, and they squealed. “Awesome, I love it.” Michael jumped, his dimples showing on his chubby cheeks. “Let’s go in.” Dante said, walking towards his house. Michael skipped behind him, dragging his brother along.

It was at the Diamond, where Michael and Jessica went on a business trip together. Michael appeared openly before Jessica, officially becoming part of her plan. All the opportunities in this world were reserved for those who were prepared. Jaden had made all the preparations before returning to the country. And the Golden Mansion was the address left to him by his mother. The Sir Hall bought the house there precisely because he didn’t want anyone to disturb them. Sir Hall was always prudent in his affairs, no one had found this house for so many years. Jaden returned to the country and lived there without any trouble.

I watched them stare at me for a moment before glancing off, and I heaved a sigh of relief, walking off quickly from the hall. Luckily, I knew Michael's address. It was one of the first things he had wanted me to know, sending me his house address on I*******m. As I stepped down from the car, facing the penthouse in front of me, I was permitted in when I told them who I was, showing them a picture of Michael and me together. Michael lived alone. His parents, according to him, lived in another part of L.A. The penthouse was easy to navigate. I could see Michael's car parked outside, which signified that he was back. I already knew what I intended on doing—walk in and question why he had been

"Who's Elijah?" Janet snapped, "Don't worry about it. Just tell me if you know where she is!" His forehead creased, debating whether or not to tell her. "If you know something, just tell me!" she demanded. Janet was worried sick. Quentin hung up on her and sent her a message. "Belvedere Villa." He'd found out that Michael owned a property in Dragfort. It seemed likely that Michael and Emmie were now at Belvedere Villa. He chose not to tell her over the phone because he didn't want Noelle to know.

But just as he finished speaking, He saw the knife that Damien held flying towards him in speed. Reflectively he bent his head and it embedded in the wall behind him. "Seriously?!" He stood up but what dragged down by Henry. "I told you to watch your tongue!" Henry glared at him. "Again?! What did you find?!" Damien asked again but how could Jonathan have the audacity to answer. He kept quiet, "The only place suspicious is the Neverland Island, From the records of 2000, That's where Noel stayed when his parents died and that was before he was found.