Novel & Cerita Brooke In Dance Moms

"You know how my precious mother likes to throw money at me, to make up for her inability to be around me. So, yeah, I did a bit of retail therapy. Just to try and forget how horrible a parent she's been." "Don't be too hard on her," Abby sat next to me and half hugged me with one arm. As she repeated the same song, that I've been hearing a lot lately. "Luca says the same," I unintentionally muttered. "Luca?" She raised her eyebrow in question. "Yeah, the new Bianchi instructor guy." I shrugged and changed the subject. "When Jason sees you in that dress, he just might propose on the spot." "It's not marriage proposal that I'm after," Abby laughed.

Ava reassured her, helping her set up the table with Kris in tow. Just before they settled down to eat, Brooke stopped them. She placed her hands on her waist, honey blonde hair in a ponytail. She was dressed in simple blue jeans and a soft peach top. "There's one last thing we need to do first." She said with a serious expression. Kris and Ava shared a glance with each other, wondering what Brooke was talking about. "And what's that." Kris humored his mom. "Come, I'll show you." She said brightly, leading the way.

It was worse. Just as Callope reached for the ringing phone, she accidentally pressed her foot against the television remote, increasing its volume. “And now, we will welcome an old schoolmate of Miss Genevieve Carslile, the ex-wife of Elias Whitmore.” That’s when it happens……Brooke, an old schoolmate, the head cheerleader, and my biggest bully while in high school steps into frame. Her once rich, luscious blonde hair is now thinning, clinging to her face, looking wet and dry at the same time.

Emery yells. Brooke looks up and to her cousin. She looks very annoyed. Her lips are swollen and that just makes me even angrier. "What E," she says. "I want to dance," she says. Brooke just rolls her eyes and goes back to her make-out session. 2 minutes later she breaks away from the kiss. "Ask Zach to go dance," she says. "No does not dance he bounces," Emery replies. "Hey," Zach pouts. "Sorry Zach but it's true," She says.

Brook rolled her eyes when she finished the last sentence. " So you saw Summer that night. Then what happened?" Mrs Sting coaxed her. "We both went to the dance floor and had our first dance." Brook smiled . "You and who?" Mrs Sting spoke sweetly as if she was her friend. " Me and Bobby of course. We knew we would be homecoming king and queen. It was written for people like us." Brook bragged. " So both of you knew that you would be king and queen. So you two talked before the ball?" Mrs Sting smiled at her.

Jack starts as he looks over at me with a sense of disgust. "How do I know you didn't just get done cheating on me then? How do I know you didn't just get finished slutting yourself out because you thought I slept with Hazel?" Jack questions harshly as he takes more steps towards me, having my back hit the dresser. (A/N : In stepbrother , whenever Jack would entertain or get with some girl; Amber would then retaliate by trying to get with someone else. )

The cool Ed Sheeran's perfect playing from the background while Violet and Ryan danced in accord to the rhythm before Mr Brookes asked to dance with his daughter . He placed his hand around his daughter's waist while Violet placed her trembling arms around his shoulder . " Thank you Violet " Mr Brookes said softly while they danced " I will surely compensate you for this but mind you ,you must be ready to take Nessa's place at the company " Mr Brookes said gently while Violet's eyes widened in shock " But I don't know how to go about that , I literally have no basic knowledge of what to do in an office " Violet rasped "I know Violet , I will prepare someone who will teach you discreetly " Mr

“You keep telling me that your kids are little angels. Look at the squished juice box in my blazer pocket.” Brooke snorted, “You wanted the experience of hanging out with the kids without your staff at your beck and call,” brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as Rhea twirled it like a ballerina. “Uncle Caleb, we’re angels,” she pouted in mock innocence. “When everyone is watching,” she winked. Caleb raised his hand up in defense. “Woah, I have to steer clear of this little one,” he said as Ryan walked around with the sunglasses he had taken from Caleb.

“ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to . This was their plan all along , ruining me , they were going to make me see hell in that camp without me having anyone to run to . Sophia rubbed my hands and that brought me back to consciousness . “ Chase and Ryder had promised to take good care of you , so enj

DAMON AND BROOKE Damon knocked on Brooke's door. He had been spending so much time working on his case, as well as getting settled back into the family home, that he felt like he wasn't spending enough time with his family. After all, he said that he wanted to get to know them again and it didn't really seem like he was doing that. He was just going to have to try harder. When she didn't answer, he just walked in. She stared at herself in the mirror. She wore a jean skirt that looked two sizes too small with a tight black laced, thin strapped tank top, along with knee-high boots. He stared. What the hell was this? Where is she going? He wondered what his younger siblings did when his mother