Prince With Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

THE BIG DAY Prince Michael spent almost an hour underneath in the tub, undergoing his ritual. It was common for all royalty to be able to breathe underwater for a long time in case of any circumstance. It was trained for all kids, but when he got kidnapped, he stopped, doing it. Hell they didn’t even bathe well during his slavery. Now he wanted to make sure, he still got the ability.

“Your Highness.” A deep male voice called. “My love.” A woman’s beautiful voice spoke with a smile on her lips. “Happy birthday.” The male voice said. The man and the woman danced, when suddenly the scene changed. “The king is dead!” someone screamed. “FATHERRR!!!” the woman’s voice wailed in anguish. The scene changed once again and things became fast-paced. “Protect the princess!” “Take her away to escape!” Then, the tall and heavy doors suddenly closed, trapping people inside it.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

I heard her say to him in a rushed sentence, and he immediately stretched his hands for a handshake. She placed her hand in his and he held on to it instead of letting go after their hands clasped in a handshake. What has this evil spawn got up his sleeves this time around? I thought to myself as I watched them closely. The way he'd stared into her eyes for a minute made me feel like they'd forgotten my presence immediately after their hands made contact, it made me wonder if Tricia knew what was going on. "Don't apologize. It's a lovely sound, I wonder how much more musical the other sounds you make would be to my ears" Prince said in a tone so low I wouldn't have heard him clearly if I was

Unless. He reached into his pocket and took out the two rings, the blue and red, Ray suddenly felt his heart skip, he forgot all about the ring of Luna! "I have this" He said holding the blue stoned ring up, but Mike recognized it and went to one knee, Ray jerked his head. "Those two rings! If you have it it means only one thing! Why didn't you speak sooner my lord!?" "Mike get up! What are you doing!?" "You are the second prince!"

She quickly shook her head, and he led her back to their table. Michael remained quiet, his gaze locked on the dance floor, though she could tell he wasn’t actually watching. There was a distant look in his eyes, as if his mind was a thousand miles away. He looked… restless. Like he couldn’t wait for the fifteen minutes to be over so he could finally leave. Then, out of nowhere, a voice echoed across the hall. “Let’s have our most special guests for tonight take the dance floor! Please give Prince Michael and his lovely wife a round of applause!”

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

“From what you’re saying, Prince Aric’s reference to ignorance was probably because you didn’t know about the sword. As for cowardice, that’s likely because you learned about it and got scared.” Leon’s eyes widened as everything clicked into place. "So, Aric noticed that I found out about the sword? Does that mean he will—" Before he could finish his thought, a sudden, urgent knock on the door interrupted him. "Leon!" Someone rushed in, their tone urgent. "His Majesty requests your presence." "T-the King?" Leon was momentarily stunned, unable to process the sudden change. "Why?" The servant explained, breathless, "The two princes have gotten into a fight. They’re... arguing over who gets to

A shiny formal suit from the Dior brand with one hand in his pocket, his eyes squinting straight ahead a Christopher mansion in front of his eyes. "Take out all the gifts I bought," Prince ordered his personal driver. Prince Dawson Mardison the eldest son of Marvel Mardison and Diandra Paisley Mardison. A handful of the richest billionaires in New York, and Prince has known Christopher's family quite well because Kenneth Christopher's wife is good friends with his mother. They came from the same division, when they were still working as secret agents. "Prince you've come." Prince approached and hugged the woman's body whose height was up to his chest. "Mrs. Christopher how are you?" said Pri