Prince With Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

She arched her hips towards him receiving all he was letting out in her. Luciel was a beast when it comes to having sex. he always leaves any lady to have sex with, with brushes, and swore all over including Kelly. Luciel rocked Kelly harder and harder till she passed out. Most women pass out on him which made him unsatisfied. After Kelly passed out he laid back on the bed, breathing heavily from all the exercise he had just done.

“And that's worse.” “She trusted me... with you.” “Don't.” The prince's voice dropped to a warning. “Don't you dare speak like she tethered us together. She was the only thing that held me together. And now... now she's gone, and I'm barely still breathing.” “She wanted you to live,” Nikolai said. “She wanted me to LET GO,” the prince spat. His hands trembled. “You know what her last words were? Not ‘I love you.’ Not even ‘forgive me.’ Just…” he broke, voice brittle, “LET HIM IN.”

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

Joseph Jackson and Katherine Jackson step out onto the grass, followed closely by Jermaine Jackson, Jackie Jackson, Randy Jackson, and Princess Rebbie Jackson. "Jone!" Rebbie Jackson calls out, a massive smile breaking across her face as she rushes forward and locks the large omega in a fierce, rib-crushing embrace that forces him back a step. Randy Jackson instantly steps up to ruffle Jone's short dark hair, while Jermaine Jackson slaps a heavy hand against his shoulder blade, and Jackie Jackson pulls him into a quick, masculine hug, all four royal siblings completely ignoring Michael's rigid, glowing form standing right behind them.

"It's you. I finally found you! Give me the antidote now! Give me the power inside those damned slippers!" Rosalie stared at the blood-soaked Prince Adrian, completely lost. "Who are you? What antidote are you talking about?" Prince Adrian let out a sinister laugh and slowly advanced toward us. "Stop playing dumb! I know you're the only person in the world who understands this ancient magic! "I'm the prince! The future king of this kingdom! As long as you help me secure the throne, I'll give you anything you want! But if you refuse to help me—"

Drake said and Adrian quickly went over it. There were a few pictures of Claire in the file and as he looked through everything, he handed it back to Adrian. “I'm going to be having dinner in the restaurant tonight,” Adrian said but looked up at Drake when he didn't say a word after that. “Is there a problem?” “King Trace and Princess Eliza will be arriving from the Seat of Trace to see your father and he had ordered that both you and Xander should be available for dinner tonight,” Drake informed and a frown appeared on his face as he heard that.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

The mountaintop complex's environment was teeming with energy. Dr. Mumba and his family, as well as Prince and his hidden wife Princess, and Grandma Felicia, had all assembled. To honor his father, Prince is seated as the primary mourner. Among the most prominent mourners were King Young Junior and his wife, police commissioner Judith. The widow, Madam Juliana, was also sitting.

“Your mom is not more of a princess than you, Miss Melody. You’re a princess, and she’s more like a ….” “Michael?” his father warned. “A queen,” Michael said emphatically. “I was just gonna say queen.” Melody laughed. “What did you think he was going to say?” “You never know,” Reid replied, shaking his head. “Queen is fine.” “I’m a princess, huh?” Melody asked, turning to face the little boy. “And does that make you my prince?” “Nope,” Michael replied, smiling at her sheepishly. “My dad.” Melody felt herself blushing and promptly turned around. She had inadvertently set him up for that one—but she had no idea what to say.