Light Camera Action Dance Moms Novels & Stories

'' I whisper lightly—enough for only him to hear. He grins as he let out a light chuckle before moving his hands up a bit, right on my waist. I don't bother to look at anyone else as I lean in closer and rest my head on his chest—hearing his heartbeats. They are calm and steady. One of Alex's hand moves up rubbing my back soothingly. The way the music goes on and our dance goes on, I feel calm. We just move slowly. From here, I can see mom wiping her tears. She is looking at us in awe, in adoration.

She said as she took a hold of his arm as he lead her towards the dance floor. All we could do was watch as the two begin to dance while staring at each other and laughed as they talked. “It seems you showed up in time and made our daughter’s day.” I said smiling. It seems the Moon Goddess has answered my prayers tonight as I look on watching my son dance with Amilia and Now Cammie dancing with Noah a future Alpha of a prestigious pack. Yes, My life is full. I couldn’t be any more happier than I am right now.

I ask, raising an eyebrow. Dad flips the phone so I can see properly. My mom, spinning, holding Zaiden in her arms. “My adorable grandson won’t eat unless I dance,” she says, her eyes twinkling like it’s the most important thing in the universe. “So I dance.” Zaiden laughs, spilling a little food, reaching for the phone screen. My chest warms. I laugh too, a real laugh, not the polite kind I’ve been holding in for months. “I’m sorry I’m putting you through this,” I say quietly.

CHAPTER 10: THE PERMANENT STAIN The flash of the camera blinded me, burning a white spot into my vision. "One more! Everyone say 'Cheese'!" Auntie Sarah chirped, waving her DSLR camera enthusiastically. I stood in the center of the manicured lawn, the sun beating down on my black dress shirt, sweat trickling down my spine. The entire family was arranged in rows—grandparents seated in the front, parents behind them, and the "kids" in the back. It was a picturesque tableau of generational success and happiness. A perfect lie.

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.

I know my mom is not here, but yesterday went so fucking bad, that I just feel a. Wait, is that music? Yeah, there's upbeat music coming from somewhere. I frown because I wouldn't expect that, but I follow the music for a couple minutes until I walk into the TV room and I see the most bizarre shit ever. Damon, Dean and Harry are following some kind of aerobics video on the huge flatscreen. And the music is loud, so they haven't noticed me yet. But the weird part is Damon being a part of this. He is following the choreography next to his dad and little brother, but he's not good at it. His long legs go up at the wrong time.

Once again, the room was silent as the dance ended, until Hailey called out for her dad to play it again. After watching it several times, Dan played the video of Mitchell dancing with Mrs. Sorenson, and everyone had a big laugh. When the video of Maddie and Mitchell dancing together ended, Hailey once again told her father to play it over. Melissa was wiping her eyes when the lights were turned back up.

There’s a group of young lads that clearly spend all their spare time at the gym, eyeing up some girls on the dance floor. I see a couple of the mum’s from the school run, they’re whispering and looking our way, I put my hand up to wave but they don’t return the gesture, instead they screw up their faces at me like I’d done something wrong. Liana notices and rolls her eyes, “Let’s dance” she says grabbing my hand and pulling me on to the dance floor, I nearly spill my drink everywhere, luckily, I didn’t. We dance all night having so much fun I forget all about the strange looks I got previously.

“I understand completely, sir. I’d never hurt her. She’s my mate—my world.” For a second, Dad just stared at him. Then, slowly, a small smile cracked through. “Good answer. Now go dance with her before I change my mind.” Alex turned to me, grinning as he took my hand. “Shall we, birthday girl?” I nodded, trying not to laugh at the smug look Dad was giving as we walked toward the dance floor. Mom leaned toward him as we passed. “See? He’s not so bad.” Dad grunted. “We’ll see.”

JON'S POV: 11:30 PM The music is thumping through the floorboards of Cali's house, bass vibrating like a second heartbeat. Colored lights flash over grinning faces, the air thick with teenage laughter, sugar, and soda fizz. Somewhere, someone is trying to do a TikTok dance in a corner. Someone else is DJing off a cracked phone and a Bluetooth speaker. And amidst it all, there she is. Aurora. She’s by the snack table, lit faintly by purple LED lights, her deep purple mesh-sleeved dress hugging her figure like it was stitched from shadows.