Prince With Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

“Michael’s looking for you. Where have you been? You missed practice this afternoon.” “I had a meeting. He was aware of that,” I grit out, fishing my phone out of my purse. “Did I miss something important? The music is already finalized for both acts–” “There’s a rumor going around that the prince is coming to the concert tonight,” he says with effort, his cheeks going a ruddy pink, a sharp contrast to his nearly white-blond hair. “The prince?” There’s three. The chances it’s him are… thirty-three percent, which means it’s highly likely it’ll be Prince Liam, a true lover of the arts, of his younger brother, Prince Noah.

Charlotte pretended to think about it with a sly smile. "I should, shouldn't I?" She said before laughing. "You should." Prince Lucas said, laughing. "Look at the two of you! You're truly the stars of the event" Michael said as he approached them. Prince Lucas groaned but he had a wide smile on. "I mean, that's the goal isn't it." He said, giving Michael a hug. "Well, I hate to break this up, but we need you." He said to Prince Lucas. "Can't it wait?"

He hugged Alexa, his most beloved daughter, followed by Marcelo. Alexa glanced at Michael to welcome the seventh prince and his in-laws. Michael nodded slowly and welcomed the seventh prince and his in-laws. Michael was accompanied by King Raulin and Queen Jane, while Alexa was accompanied by her parents and children. "Hail to King Michael," greeted the seventh prince's entourage. "Rise and shine," said Michael. "We are ashamed that our family has done such a terrible thing," replied Marquis Leonardo. "Then allow us to carry out the punishment according to the rules of the palace," said Michael.

He is very close to me. “He rejected you!” The Prince growls down at me. I throat is cleared next to us. “What?” The Prince snaps. I take a beep breath as his piercing gaze leaves me. “They need you for the ceremony, Your Majesty.” Michael says. “I’ll be right down.” He growls. His gaze turns back to me. “Let’s go.” He says softer to me while lacing his fingers through mine and drags me down the stairs to the grande hall. NO! I snap my eyes open. My breathing is heavy. My heart pounding in my ears, heart racing.

They both responded while still eating. I ran over to Mike, who was still calling me. “How was your morning?” He asked. “I made some new friends, I guess. They were pretty great people and their dad was so nice.” “You’re lucky, you know. The Princes don’t make friends easily.” I freeze “Princes?” “Yes, Prince Maxwell and Prince Jaxon. You’re lucky Princess Eden wasn’t here. She is a handful, from what I have heard.” Hearing I had spent the morning with a pair of Princes was a shock. “So that means their dad...is the King?”