Dance Moms Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

I scooped Toma up quickly when I got close enough and purred in his ear, kissing his cheek. "Hey handsome," I teased lightly. "Want to give me a dance?" He giggled and nodded in my arms. "Yeah, can you keep up with me?" He asked. I nodded and purred at him. "Uh huh, I sure can," I told him and walked away quickly, stealing him from Dmitri who was reaching out for us in surprise. I laughed and glanced over my shoulder at Dmitri and purred in amusement as I took Toma to the edge of the dance floor so he wouldn't get hurt by being in the middle. "Alright kiddo," I sat him down and had him stand on my feet to make him a little taller and make it easier for me to lead him in the dance. "Stay on m

Dahlia's POV I don't how I managed to my feet, but I force a smile when I put my hand on Damon's shoulder. If I don't finish the dance, worse would happen to me than just one broken bone. He grabs my waist before taking my fingertips. The music starts again and I move with it. Piercing pain shooting through my leg, I manage to stand but there is nothing I can do about the trembling. He stops, again. In the center of the dancing pool, we are the only pair standing still.

Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. "I want to dance with you," I yelled and we found our way to the center of the dance floor, where bodies writhed and moved harmoniously. The music coursed through our veins, compelling us to sway, twist, and grind together. With every beat, Damon and I became entangled in a passionate dance, where our bodies communicated a language that transcended words. As our fervour reached its zenith, Damon's grip tightened around my waist. He pulled me discreetly to the edge of the pulsating chaos, his touch melting my inhibitions. In the hidden alcove, away from prying eyes, our breaths mingled in the charged air.

My stomach instantly feels sick and I wish I could go back to before we ever danced with each other. The music begins rather suddenly and Damek takes off. He moves us in between other couples like he has years of experience on the dance floor and I try to keep up as best as I can. My mind is still mostly on Modok and the purple Kea, but Damek is doing a good job of distracting me with his fast-paced dancing. "So I wish we had more time to get to know one another, but one dance is all we get... Would you like for me to start," Damek asks and I give him a quick nod.

“Oh my god, where have you been? You disappeared after that dance.” “I just needed some air,” I mumbled, eyes drifting past her toward the hallway. “You’re not leaving, are you?” she pouted. “The real fun is just starting. Daniel’s trying to convince the DJ to play ‘Moonlight Sonata’ as a joke, can you believe it? At a prom.” Despite everything, a smile cracked through me. “That... does sound like Daniel.” “Come dance,” she tugged. “Everyone wants to see you dance again. You looked like you floated the first time. Like a movie.”

Damien was staring without blinking, and the happiness he saw on my face made him smile too. He can’t wait for working hours to be over so we can talk. Three minutes into the dance, I encircled my legs and raised my arms up, revealing the movements of my waist and I whined it so easily. The room became heated and Damien started sweating, but only he. He adjusted his seat and couldn’t blink as he stared. I jumped so softly, and when I landed back on the ground, I threw my head sideways, making my hair flow with the air, then I pushed out my chest and wriggled my boobs, making them shake.

“Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” She gasped. “Damon!” “Say it again,” he ordered, pulling her against his hard body. “My name. Just like that.” The alcohol made her bold. She stared up at him, lips parted. “Damon… you’re an arrogant asshole.” He smiled like he’d won. “Good girl. Now dance with me.” He spun her around before she could argue and pressed his body against her back. His big hands settled on her hips. They moved together to the beat. Elena felt his cock press against her ass, which made her realize he was both hard and ready.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

The girl I could never have do now I have to take her best friend as revenge. Her tits brush against my chest and I know I'll need a cold bath. I breathe out through my mouth twirling her around until her back is to me we're still dancing and her hips perfectly placed on my throbbing cock. She runs the back of her hands over my face and I would say she's trying to seduce me if I didn't peek and see the other couples were doing the same or if I didn't spend a year in dance school.