Show Love L.O.V.E.

Show Love L.O.V.E.

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossen Mi., Jan. 2, 201917m
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(Y/n) (l/n) just inherited her father (f/n) (l/n)'s multibillion dollar fortune which include Neverland Ranch, which he had recently bought it for 67 million dollars in hopes of restoring it to the magical place it used to be when Michael Jackson owned it. Her father bought many rides for the place. Before he was able to recreate the mini zoo, he passed away. (y/n) (l/n) grew up spoiled and developed a horrible attitude ever since her mother passed at the age of 9. Her attitude drives away people that care about her. What happens when she moves to Neverland Ranch and finds that she is not alone? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In this story, Michael will be slightly out of character for a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christmas/New Years Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you don't like stories where the character is rude to Michael( which in this case will be you), don't read. Cover Art By: Thanossexual ❤️☺️🙏
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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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