Brooke In Dance Moms Novels & Stories

The fish was coming along nicely, and I started dicing up a second mango, a satisfied grin creeping onto my face. “Oh, you totally did him!” Brooke exclaimed, jumping up and down a little in a happy dance. Her eyes widened, and she set down her knife so she could put both hands on my shoulders. She searched my face, hazel eyes taking in every detail of my expression. “You have totally fallen for him, haven't you?” “No!” I told her, shrugging her hands off my shoulders. She raised her eyebrows at me and blinked. “I mean... maybe?”

" Zoe's spine went rigid before she even turned. Brooke stood a few feet away, flanked by two women Zoe vaguely recognized from the gossip pages, all three of them overdressed for whatever was going on. Brooke's smile was all teeth, no warmth, the kind of smile Zoe now understood had probably never once been real. "Aren't you supposed to be at home?" Brooke said, loud enough for the two friends beside her to hear clearly, and for the valet nearby to angle his head to hear the gossip. "My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest."

Tisdale cut right to the chase then she turned on her heel, leaving me to the pact of wolves. "Well.. well.. well, look at what the cat dragged in," Brooke gnarled as she approached me, "You're not going to make this squad because it's only for the best of the best but I'm interested in seeing what you can do. Cartwheel and Toe-Touch!" she finished. I immediately did a cartwheel and finished with the perfect toe-touch. Brooke smirked and I spent the rest of the practice doing hand springs and cartwheels until I couldn't feel my hands anymore. It was torture.

"I don't kiss girls with braces." Oh no! I realized I still had my braces on. Im booking an appointment tomorrow to have them removed immediately! Maybe then he would kiss me for real? Yay! I can't wait to kiss him again. I followed him out of the kitchen, and just then, my mom and her fiancé came down the stairs. “Alright, we’re heading out now,” Mr. Jackson said. Mom and I walked them to the front door. There was this black, sleek car parked right in the compound, shining like it just came out of a magazine.

I saw Rob, he could not take his eyes off his would-be bride. These girls were going to be the reason for our heart failure. I saw that Aashish and Avanti dragged Sam with them, and she also danced on them,, following Avanti. She looked so good when she smiled. I couldn't even drag my eyes away from her. They danced really well on it. Just then, Aashish's cousin joined them and started to dance as her partner. Everyone was enjoying it, but I was somehow very restless. I had to do something before it was too late.

She looked genuinely excited. Completely unaware that the two boys sitting in front of her hated each other’s existence. “Ryan, this is Miles.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. “My son.” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me My mother then turned toward me. “Miles, this is Ryan.” She smiled. “Your new stepbrother.” I felt like I was about to faint. My ears started ringing. The room suddenly felt too warm. My new step brother? Ryan? What sort of joke is this,

"My brother is Clyde Muller!" The hall went so quiet one could've heard a pin drop. Trevor's jaw fell open. "Tam, did you say that wrong? Aren't you always closest with George?" The other kids immediately started whispering. "Yeah, she even has a matching keychain with George on her backpack!" "I'm choosing Clyde!" I said louder, my voice still childish but firm. I took out a small red brooch embroidered with a protective charm. "This was a charm my mom got for me before she passed. I'm giving it to the brother I chose."

Asher Brooke’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. She stood before us, her lips curled into a mocking smile, her presence as menacing as the blood on Malia’s hands. “Well, isn’t this a touching reunion?” Brooke drawled, her gaze flitting between me and Malia. “The prodigal son and his… freak.” Malia stiffened beside me, but I placed a steadying hand on her arm. This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake.

The bubbles tickle my throat and go to my head, and I’m even more giggly than usual, lost in laughter as Quinn tells the story of when she and Jax were keeping their relationship a secret and she made him hide in her closet. I hear the first few bars of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, and suddenly Brock’s at my back, his hand coming to my waist. “Ladies,” Brock greets, the low, gravelly sound of his voice sending tingles skittering up my spine. “Mind if I steal her away for a dance?” The girls grin back at him, but he doesn’t wait for them to respond- he just places his hand on the small of my back, leading me away and out toward the dance floor.

I know she is not telling me the truth. Brooke acknowledges my thoughts. He is planning to take my children and kill me. Why in the hell is he playing charades with me? He needs me for something. He plans to use my children as leverage. I am thinking my children are safe right now. Brooke smiles. “Let’s get dressed. We are running out of time. Daniel would be very upset if we were late.” She says as she hands me a white linen dress. I take the dress. “Can I go to my room and get dressed? Do I have time?” I ask. Brooke agrees to walk me back to my room.