My Guardian Angel (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

My Guardian Angel (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

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[Michael Jackson looks is in Bad era (late 1986 - 1987) but in present time] Alondra Sanchez is a 15 year old islander girl from the island of Greenbay. She's a loving, caring, and obedient teenager, living in a natural and isolated way, she's longing for genuine friendship with somebody. She kept praying for this when she met a mysterious man, who is very much innocent of all the things in the world. Alondra is very confused of what's going on with him and who he is, but she took him under her and her family's wing, and no one would expect the great surprise that Alondra is about to know. ~ The story is purely an original plot from me ~ Good read for Moonwalkers of all gender and ages
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(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

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