Dance Moms Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“And anyone who touches her… dies.” Then the music began again. And the dance started. --- Dante held her close, leading her across the marble floor like she weighed nothing. “You’re good at this,” she whispered. “My mother was a ballerina. Before the war destroyed her.” “You have a way of making every sentence sound like a threat.” He chuckled. “That’s because every sentence is.” They spun. “And what about you?” he asked. “Ever danced before?” “Once. At a high school prom. The guy threw up on my shoes.”

Maddie took her hand and began dancing with her as they neared Marcus who was brushing off a human female who was trying to chat him up. He looked up when he saw the two women approach, watching them sway their bodies sensually. His eyes roaming over Dana, she turned her back to Maddie who gave her ass a light tap, making him want to pull her against him and make sure no one else touched her, although watching her dance was so fucking hot… Dana smiled remembering when she and Maddie used to just dance with each other every time they went to a club, it was better than having some hormonal asshole have his hands all over them.

Just for me. He wants to break me. Finn grins. “That’s very generous of him. But I’d prefer if you gave my friend the dance. She’s never had one before.” My face bursts into flames. “No, no, Finn. Go ahead. It’s your present. I know you want it.” “You sure about that?” “Yeah.” He shrugs, delighted. “Alright then.” And then she’s on him. Literally. The dancer straddles him like she was born for it, pressing her perfect tits to his face and grinding her hips in slow, cruel circles. Her fingers tangle in his hair. She bends and whispers something into his ear, and he laughs.

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 7: LISTEN TO THE RADIO. — — — Dressed in a knee-length sky blue gown, Idara danced outside in the very light rain, whirling and twirling with exceptional vigour and profound agility. She saw herself performing on stage in front of a relatively large audience, competing against other skilled dancers like herself.

“Yes, tonight I can. You’re here with me, Tatey-Baby. No one else.” “They’re all too scared of you anyway and those who aren’t have too much respect for you in any case.” He chuckles, it’s deep and throaty. What a fucking turn-on. My stomach fills with my warmth and I feel a surge of wetness in my panties. The music changes to a much slower track, I can’t tell you who the artist is because I simply don’t know who it is. Denver is dancing with Lilly as I spot them close to us. I’m assuming Tammy is with Tobias, she was dancing with me until Liam snaked up behind me.

The world disappears the way it always does when I dance. No prophecy. No supernatural politics. No stupid fated mate bond tying me to a man I still want to punch half the time. Just movement. Freedom. I spin into the final sequence and then the air changes. Cold. My body stops moving even as the music continues playing but I'm already turning toward the door. Someone's here. The door creaks open slowly. A girl steps inside. Long pale hair. Green eyes burning with hatred. Willow. I sigh. "Seriously?"

I said as I smile and look at them, I peek at the side where my crazy relatives are to see them looking so pale and angry making me smirks. We moved to the next which is dancing. Sammantha pulls Henry and they dance a love tango. I smirk really pissed as I watch them dance in a seductive manner. When the two walk down the stage, Henry starts to walk towards me when I walk away towards my butlers Zyrem and Clide. I whisper to them as they bow. I walk towards Mera and whisper to her. Mera smiles as I take another glass of wine on the table and drinks it straight. Mera follows me on the stage with a deadly smile on her lips. We whisper to Jake who smiles and nods. Jake and his team played Promi

The room, with its opulent décor, seemed to shimmer with the anticipation of a dance that defied expectations. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but he held on, determined to convince her. Laughter and music intertwined, filling the air with a festive vibe. The dance floor beckoned, a space where stories unfolded in the rhythm of shared steps. When her attempts to escape proved futile, Eleanor decided to employ a different tactic. She feigned pain, her eyes narrowing as she bent down to clutch her foot. The room, with its subtle lighting and swirling patterns on the dance floor, bore witness to this orchestrated drama.

Right supernatural gifts. “Let’s go dance, Pam,” Malcolm suggested as he snaked an arm around the girl. “I’m sure your friend can handle the Professors.” A song I didn’t recognize started to play. The lyrics were about a body shop and doing something unholy. Pamela squealed over the song, tugging Malcolm by the arm to dance. I glanced at the students dancing. It was reminiscent of a mating ritual with clothes on. Certainly not the sort of dancing I do. I’m no saint or anything, but I don’t dance like that.

Hard. Xael whipped his head to me in alarm but Adrian didn't give a reaction to it, so he looked at me in shock. I winked at him jokingly and nudged him with intent. "Hey, Xael. I was wondering, with me now being a lot fitter now, maybe I have to try dancing." I whispered to Xael, who looked at me with narrowed eyes. "What kind of dancing?" He asked with a small smirk. "Well, I thought maybe I could take over for one of the dancers tomorrow. Be in a cage in my own lingerie set." I answered. Xael's eyes widened but he couldn't hold back a laugh. "Definitely. What lingerie set-"