KING OF POP

Chapter 8

January 7, 2001,

Grace came back today and dad was so relieved. Don't get me wrong; dad loves being with us da himself but; I think sometimes he gets a little bit overwhelmed. It's almost been a mese and a half since dad has had any help with us and he really needs to focus on finishing the "invincible" album because it's supposed to be released in October of this anno and he still needs to write one più song.

He's been too busy, Leggere books, dealing with disciplining us, making sure we get out of the house without getting attacked da fan o paparazzi, and helping me with my school...

Michael and Frank arrived back at the hotel suite at eight p.m. Michael slumpled down onto the divano with a thud, and Frank crashed onto the nearest arm chair. They both sat there for a few moments trying to relax but unfortunately Michael's brain was still running full speed because of the day. Michael knew what that meant, no sleep for him again tonight. Frank looked over at Michael with his eyes wide open. "How can te not be tired after today? I'm tired and I didn't even do anything." Frank chuckled. "My brain won't slow down again," Michael detto sighing. "Sorry Mike." Frank detto because...

Setting: Michael and his girlfriend(now fiance) Diane have just had their first child. Michael is onset of "Smooth Criminals" with his friend Alicia when a fellow dancer walks up to them.

Dancer: ciao Jackson! i need to have a word with you
Alicia: Who the hell te callin Mr. Jackson? He's your boss, its not the other way around.
Michael: Alicia cool it, turns his attention to the fellow dancer. What do te want?
Dancer: So whats this i hear te had a baby with that so called whore of yours?
Alicia takes out her phone and begins filming whats going on
Michael:gets right in the dancers face Yea we...

"Maris, stop I'm trying to concentrate on my driving", Michael, as he was keeping his eyes on the road and the other drivers. "I'm sorry", Maris replied, while looking at him. "I've made special plans to be with te this afternoon, Maris, and lunch at Martini's is just the tip of the iceberg," Michael replied, "this our chance to be alone, and I've informed my secretary to take any messages from the calls I receive, and I would get back to them". "What about your employees," Maris asked, "don't worry, I've got that covered when you're the CEO of Fortune 500 company such as MJJ Productions,...

Chapter 3,



March 16, 1996,



I turned two years old yesterday and dad is having a hard time with my temper tantrums. He loves me to death; I just don’t think he knows what to do with me half the time! Grace is getting più and più frustrated with every giorno that goes by. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves me but sometimes I wonder if I’m not what he bargained for!



There was a knock at the front door and a blonde haired woman that I did not recognize walked through the door. I had this strange feeling that I knew she was but, I couldn’t put a name to her face. Dad plopped me down on...

Chapter two

March 15 1995,

Dad came into my room and detto “happy birthday baby!!!” Today I turn a anno old. He took me to the living room and there was new toys scattered all over the place. He detto “I got te a bubble machine!!!” Nanny Grace turned it on and started to pop all of the bubbles. He detto “I knew te would Amore that!!!”

Then I noticed there was a cake on the coffee tavolo and stood up so I could reach it. Nanny Grace detto “I have a feeling she will be walking any giorno now!!!” Dad cut me a slice of cake and detto “yeah; don’t remind me!!!” While I was eating he snapped...

Michael awoke the successivo morning extremely tired and still very shaken up. Michael walked into the bathroom and took a nice long warm shower. After getting out he got dressed, when he was dressed he began to pace around the house nervously. He felt he needed to go somewhere. As he paced about, something in his head told him to head outside and take a walk. Michael thought why not, maybe he could use a little fresh air. Michael grabbed his cappotto and headed outside.

As michael walked down the path of old oak trees covered in spanish moss, he felt like someone was following him. Michael turned...

I walked into the bathroom to find Michael laying in the tub, doccia still running, curtain rip down, and Michael cradling his right forearm. "Ugh! Taylor, help me! AAH!" he yelled. "Michael! What happened?" I tried my best to get him out without hurting him as I asked him what went on. "I was going to turn the doccia off but I slipped and tried to-OW!-use the curtain but it ripped and I think I broke my forearm! OW! FUCK!!!!" As I got him into the room and on our bed, I grabbed clothes and tried to get them on him without hurting him. "LILLIAN! GET THE CAR READY! MICHAEL'S HURT! I NEED YOU...

"I've missed te so much, Michael. I'll never leave again" I carressed the side of his face as he looked deep into my eyes. I never got tired of him looking at me that way. He leaned in closer to whisper into my ear and detto "And I don't plan on ever letting te go again." As he whispered in my ear, I closed my eyes because of the feeling of his warm breath blowing on my skin. I grinned and turned to look at him. Just as I saw him, Michael kissed me hard again and never let me down. I knew what he wanted and he was craving it. Michael wants the same thing I now want. I finally broke free from...

I woke up, still laying with Michael. He was sound asleep. I think he got hot within the night because his curls that were always in front of his forehead were sticking and sweat was running down his face. I looked over at his alarm clock that sat on his nightstand. 8:30. Me and Michael didn't have to wake up for another half hour. Michael and I have to go for rehearsal today for the 'Victory Tour' with his brothers. I looked back at Michael to see he was still fast asleep. I grabbed a tissue and lightly dabbed his forehead and sides of his face. As I wiped the sweat away from him, I started...

Diana Ross will sign off on a new proposed custody agreement in which Michael Jackson's three children, Prince, Paris, and Blanket will have two guardians, their grandmother Katherine Jackson and TJ Jackson, son of Tito.

"Diana has no qualms whatsoever about the new custody agreement, she only wants what is best for the children. Diana knows that the children are old enough to decide who they want to live with and she defers to what they want. While Diana hasn't been a big part of their lives because she lives on the East Coast, she is very fond of them," a fonte close to the situation tells...

An Angel has many things that makes him o her perfect for the title.

*Michael had it & still has it all*

This is the lista of what made & still makes Michael Jackson an Angel on Earth.

1. His kindness
He had the most kindness in his cuore for everyone. (Especially his fans. He even detto that no one touches his fans). He would even visit orphanages, hospitals with children, & invite sick children to his Neverland Ranch.

2. The smile
His smile was più worth than a diamond. No matter what anno it is, every picture that shows the smile on his face is più beautiful than an oasis. (Even...

“In 1994 Michael realized that being married to Lisa was a mistake!!! He wanted a child….be careful what te wish!!! In March of 1994 Debbie Rowe gave birth to Alanna. She is definitely not what Michael expected. From the moment she could speak she put Michael parenting skills to the test, Alanna almost always never obeys him. Michael will never give and in the wake of his death Alanna regrets her behavior and sets off on her own path to fame…but can she take the time to look at herself in the mirror?”

Chapter 1
It was 1994; just a few months after my father settled the Jordan chandler...

Before Michael knew it, the giorno had finally arrived. Michael was feeling excited and nervous at the same time. He spent the whole giorno with Diane since they were off work that day. Despite being occupied spending time with Diane michael still found time to bug Alicia da constantly texting her because he was so worried that something was going to go wrong with the surprise.

The texting conversation between Michael and Alicia
Michael: ciao im really nervous about tonight
Alicia: Nervous about what?
Michael: I dont know what if something goes wrong?
Alicia: Michael nothing is going to go wrong so stop...

Michael opened his eyes and quickly gasped in some air. He lie still panting for a moment trying to understand what had happened and where he was. Much to his relief, he soon realised he was alone in his room at the Jackson family estate in Encino. He was lieing flat on his back in letto it was still very dark with the exception of a night light. His wide eye searched about the room for comfort; answers. Did he really just dream that?

His own hand, he discovered, was wrapped tightly around his own manhood which was distressingly hard. He quickly released it and sat up covering his face with both...

Right after Michael fell asleep, I head CREAK CREAK CREAK again. I shook him violently, and he woke back up.

"My God, what do te want now?" He whined.

"Listen!" I whispered. We didn't say anything, and sure enough, five minuti later we heard CREAK CREAK CREAK. I took out my iPhone and searched up if new floors can creak. I showed Michael it detto that they could.

"Get your clothes on, someone's going down tonight." We got up and threw on our clothes. Michael went over to the closet, pulled out a leather jacket, and put it on me. "In case we get più than we bargained for, I don't want te to...

After a few hours I woke back up. I couldn't go back to sleep, I was too energetic to! I walked across the hall and knocked on Michael's door. He opened it, wearing nothing but blue plaid boxers and his hair all messed up.

"Yeah, what do te need?" He said.

"I don't know why, but I am so pumped up right now! I can't go back to sleep!" I laughed.

"Me neither... I've been lying awake for about half an hour."

"So... What do te want to do now?" I said. It was only three in the morning, and still dark out.

"I don't know..." He kissed me on the shoulder " ... What do te want to do now; I've got a pretty...