Brooke In Dance Moms Novels & Stories

Brooke threatened and I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to stay, ok? You can keep the old man all to yourself. Although I doubt he will be yours alone. You seem to be sharing with the witch." "I'm going to get rid of her soon," Brooke hissed. "No one is going to stand in my way this time. I will get what I want." Soon, we walked out into a clearing. There was a rock, and a door was etched onto that huge rock. "This is the dungeon..." Brooke said. "I had to bribe someone to show me this place today. Find your mother and get out of my sight. If you're caught, don't mention me."

"Aria. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Is it true you're dating your stepbrother?" The campfire went quiet. "He's my ex-stepbrother," I said carefully. "My mom married his dad. We met after that." "But you live together?" "In the same house, yes. Different wings." "That's so weird," another girl said. Not mean, just honest. "It's complicated." "Is it true he has a baby with someone else?" Morgan pressed. Jules intervened. "Okay, that's enough—"

She knew her mother would probably be asking Tom about the time they had together, but he obviously couldn't tell her everything. Brook decided to sneak downstairs and eavesdrop on them from behind the bush where she'd already seen the fuck. Hopefully, she'd get to see them in action again. She didn't really like the idea of sharing her father with anyone else, even her mother, but that was the situation she just had to live with. At the same time, considering how much she and her mother looked alike, she liked seeing what she and her father would look like together.

Brooke, seeing the rogue man’s slow procrastination and apparently itching for some violent drama in her soul, marches forward in her high leather boots and yanks my hair hard, dragging my whole frame right back to the center. “What exactly is the matter with your useless body? Can't your claws get it up for one single rogue boy?!” She looks up toward the entry and signals sharply to the other two fighters standing by the door framework. “You two, get your boots over here right now. My heart is feeling super generous today! Here is a pretty wolf for your bodies to have some fun with! Help yourselves!” Brooke is so completely focused on speaking her mean words that my mouth takes the instant

“Be careful though.” Brooke nods and watches him walk away. She stands there for a few seconds before leaving. She's left wondering who he is. She goes to the backyard and finds them seated on a sofa at the gazebo. As she moves closer, she hears Steph say, “I want to dance." “You will. Later.” Chris answers. “No, I don’t want later. I want it now. I want to dance now.” She whines, pouting her lips. Steph opens her mouth to talk again but Chris suddenly kisses her, shutting her up.

Karen's lips pull down into a frown as she shakes her head, "Once, Tamara shared with me that she thinks Brooke does everything for attention, but we all know this isn't the truth." "I enjoy having Brooke around, she has this personality that instantly makes to feel better, and she is always smiling." Monica looks at Brooke and waves at her when she sees her watching in our direction. Brooke instantly returns her smile and waves at us before passing down drinks to the guys in front of the bar. Excusing myself, I walk to Brooke when she beckons me to her. "Hey, I made this new fruit cocktail." She smiles and places an orange-colored drink in front of me in a cocktail glass.

Dalmi jumped off the high stool and grabbed Brooke's arm. "Jackie will never take day-offs, Brooke," she said and tilted her head. "What is happening between you two? Is there any problem?" she asked in a concerned tone. The last time she came here, her best friend was teaching her how to mix drinks. Days after that, she came back only to see Brooke's blank stare with the absence of her best friend. "I told you, Dalmi. If you came here for him then you could find him in his house. I need to go," she replied in an irritated voice and pulled her arm away from her.

“Dance with me?” Brooke hesitates, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, but Fallon immediately places her hand in mine and allows me to pull her to her feet. As soon as she’s standing, she drags her sister off of Theo’s lap and the three of us round the pit to where another group of girls are already dancing, the three of us shaking our hips to the music as we fall in with them.

Carly chirps, and the moment’s lost. Brooke’s eyes dart away. Carly grabs for the daquiri, starts sipping it greedily. Brooke reaches for her drink, raising it to her lips as her cheeks flush pink. “Thanks.” I nod, watching her take a sip. “Wanna dance?” I’m not much of a dancer, but I’m also not about to sit on the sidelines and watch her dance with fucking Connor again. She swallows, eyeing me suspiciously. I waggle my eyebrows.

His mom was the only one who could rein him in; other than her, she was learning fast. In the end, once the delivery trucks started pulling down the driveway, the two of them got him out of the way by having his dad, gramps, and the boys drag him off fishing in the pond that was on the other side of the property-since the lake was going to be part of the wedding scenery.