Brooke In Dance Moms Novels & Stories

I complied, but only in pretense, as if he were a stranger. “Hayes should be back by now. Don’t take it out on her, baby, They're always like that” the alpha said, speaking to my mother. I rolled my eyes, disinterested in their conversation. “Oh, there he comes,” he added, gesturing. My mind was too scattered and confused to focus on their pleasantries. Questions and emotions swirled inside me, unformed and threatening to overwhelm me. “Hayes, meet your new stepsister, Emma. Emma, meet your stepbrother, Hayes,” my mother announced. She pressed closer, pinching me as if to make me behave.

Even Robin, with all of her faults, was a very lovely woman. Brooke was different, and he liked that she wasn’t so full of herself. She didn’t have the long legs Robin had professionally waxed every week, but Brooke’s were shapely, nonetheless. Brooke didn’t have Robin’s figure, but Brooke’s small frame fit perfectly in his arms while they danced last night. She didn’t have Robin’s artistic face either, but he was willing to bet Brooke’s natural beauty didn’t have to be covered with all that make-up women wore.

Lily said with a small smirk. Brooke placed her hands on her hips and nodded. Her arm that Rogue had recently healed and she was grateful that she no longer had to wear the cast. "I am, when it comes to family. And you're going to be a damn good auntie to my child. I won't take no for an answer." Lily smiled slightly. "They're coming," she said suddenly, hearing movement in the woods. "Oh gosh," Brooke whispered and her eyes darted back and forth through the trees. She gasped when she saw him. He looked tensed, prepared, ready for a fight. She barely even glanced at Greyson who was beside him.

Marla's grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough. "Brooke!" Libra gasped. "You are fucking my sister's ass with Cáel dick." "I am, aren't I?" Brooke seemed surprised with herself. "Feels great Brooke," Marla sniggered. "Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me." Three more strokes and Brooke's hand would no longer fit between Marla's tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

Davis and Casey are basically dry humping on the dance floor, while Brooke and Shay dance together and Boyd and Connor bop on the periphery. Brooke catches sight of us and waves us over, and the four of us girls form a little circle to dance with one another. I start swaying my hips to the music, careful to hold my drink steady so I don’t spill it all over myself as I dance. I feel Judd’s presence behind me as he slides a hand onto my hip, trying to dance with me. Brooke and I lock eyes and she tilts her head questioningly, her gaze darting from Judd to me. I just shrug, lifting my glass and taking a sip of my drink. I guess there’s no harm in sharing a dance with the guy.

"Now then, husband, I cooked you dinner, you have to dance with me." "Does it fill the romance quota for the day?" She nodded. "I really don't feel com," Brooke grabbed his hand and tugged at him. Her hands were still weak, but not as curled as they had been a month ago. "I don't care what you feel comfortable doing. I want to dance, husband." He stood and let her lead him out to the empty floor. Brooke swayed and shimmied to the music. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He made some awkward attempts at matching her moves.

Before Brianna knew what she was doing, she had already finished five cups of alcohol and it was starting to get into her system and it made her feel lighter than she was before entering the bar. Loud music started playing and she was up on her feet before she knew what she was doing. She saw a face mask on the bar sit, wore it and got to dancing. Dance had always been everything to Brianna because she dances at the slightest chance she gets. Whether she's happy or sad , dance was always her go to routine. She started swaying her hips and buried herself in the dance. She saw a pole in front of the bar and started swaying and dancing with the pole. Dancing there felt so good and she felt so h

"Good for you. Because if you had actually betrayed us, I would have found a way to take your head off." We all burst into laughter, the sound filling the room. I shook my head, looking at her with a grin. "You’re such a mother hen, you know that?" Brooks turned toward me, her eyes flashing with a playful but serious spark. "That’s correct. No one tries to mess with my family and gets away with it." Looking at her, I was hit by how much we had fought for this, how close we had come to losing everything. With a smile, Theo pushed himself up from his chair, brushing off his coat.

he confessed making her smile. "Yeah I don't think I want you to either," She grinned. "Now come on my Broody Boy, you promised me that dance," she reminded him, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the crowd of people.