Sonic As Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

Music pulsated from the speakers half-hidden by fat bottles of Bacardi and scotch, and the barmen sang along to a tune that Jason recognised. "Who's this artist?" Jason asked. "Michael Jackson, sir," the barman answered. Jason nodded. Yes, it was Ivy's music, although now that he was a frequent visitor to bars perhaps it was more accurate to say that pop songs had also become his music. He presumed Ivy still listened to Mr Jackson, but that too might have changed.

He will recover eventually, living with pain from the accident probably the rest of his life. “What is this?” Jynx asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. We left the hospital a few minutes ago and are now headed home. I’m driving my car while Jynx is playing with the two knives she so sneakily put in her combat boots before we left the house. “The music?” I ask in confusion. “Yeah.” “That’s Michael Jackson’s, Smooth Criminal.” I give her a sideways glance. “Do you like it?” Jynx nods. “It doesn’t make me want to stab anyone.”

I collapsed, but just before I touched the ground, Michael rushed to my side, carrying me in his strong arms. “I’m sorry, my cherry, but I can’t let you go,” Michael’s voice echoed, his words sending a chill down my spine. “You belong to me now, Sonia.” I tried to protest, but my voice failed me. Helpless and paralyzed, I could only glare at him before Slipping into darkness.

Michael is way stronger than him. “Let me go, you psycho.” He yelled, holding his knees. Michael paid no attention to him. He dragged him all the way to the gigantic parlor. “What’s the noise all about Michael?” Jackson voice floated into the room followed by the sound of his expensive shoe against the floor. Sol trembled at hearing Jackson’s voice. He tried to release himself again, but Michael gripped him. Jackson finally came into view, and Sol swallowed hard. He was trembling with fear. “You son of a bitch,” Jackson walked to him and threw him a punch. Michael released his grip on his trouser and he staggered, holding his sour cheeks glaring at Jackson. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He th