Mackenzie From Dance Moms Now Novels & Stories

Piper returned the hug tightly. Kyle also pulled Mackenzie closer to hug them both who was surprised by what Kyle said. Kyle kept hugging the two children. She looked to her side when she felt someone hold her shoulder. She saw her grandmother crying. She immediately hugged the old woman to draw strength from her. She caressed her back. "Good that you haven't denied them anymore with their rights," she whispered softly to her. She cried even more at what the old woman said. "Are you our real dad?" It was Mackenzie who asked that.

Pierce smiled, showing his pearly whites as he picked her up and placed her on his lap. "So, Dad," Milan began, "Does that mean I can call MacKenzie Mom, now?" He asked curiously with a smile. "Depends on if MacKenzie doesn't mind." He shrugged. "Do you?" Milan asked me with barely hidden hope lacing his tone. "Are you sure you want to call me your mom? I am young, won't you be embarrassed?" I asked. "Yes, I'm sure. That way, I have the coolest mom." He enthusiastically smiled.

Judi rasped, “and I do this dance. I’ll show you.” “That’s not necessary.” Mackenzie glanced around. No other customers had come in and Jimmy was probably lost in the bowels of the sci-fi area. “I wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble.” “Oh, yes, honey. You must learn, so you can try it on your own young man.” She threw her hands in the air and swiveled in what she must have meant to be a seductive motion. The music curled around them. “This dance gets men in the mood, you know…”

Mackenzie's ear-shattering scream came next, and Sienna she laughed, wincing more from the ear-piercing shriek than the lingering buzz from the shots. "Who's ready to dance?" Mackenzie shouted, as she charged towards the dance floor. She turned back to Sienna, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. "Come on, let's go! It's Friday, and we're gonna own this night!" Sienna's pout turned into a full-blown sulk, her face scrunched up like she'd just sucked on a lemon. Dancing was basically a nightmare for her; she had two left feet and a rhythm that was, charitably, unique.

Her voice was sharp and urgent. As I listened, old memories came rushing back. Back in high school, money was so tight we lived off discount food. To help out, I ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every single day. Then Mom went and signed Zoey up for a three-thousand-dollar dance program. Said Zoey was talented and couldn't be held back. When I got into a top university, Mom barely looked at my acceptance letter. "What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far."

Would the freedom that I just managed to get be stripped from me? I suddenly got scared. "Stella, I can't stop Mom and Dad. Especially, Mom seems angry. Did something happen?" "...." I can think of one thing. The news that a Mackenzie was studying art. It must have reached Victoria's ears and hurt her pride. What to do now? "...When are you guys coming?" "We are leaving this week after we wrapped up my concert. You should prepare. Mom seems busy after she got some news from you. I think she will prepare a party but I don't know what's for."

“I get on that stage the same way you do. I grind, I sweat, I bleed for it. But don’t ever confuse my silence for weakness. You don’t want me as your enemy.” On the surface, Mackenzie was polite, quiet, even respectful. But in this club, she was Ramona—deadly, venomous, and not someone to cross. The room froze. The only sound was the muffled bass bleeding from the stage. Eliza’s jaw tightened, her breath uneven, but Mackenzie stood her ground—solid, steady, daring her to make the next move. The tension thickened until they noticed the eyes on them. Other dancers had gathered, watching wide-eyed.

Mackenzie had maneuvered her there. Mackenzie, in contrast, was the life of the party as she leaned between us from the back. She talked about all the boys they knew, rating them according to face, body, sense of humor, hotness, and so on. Kim answered in monosyllables. Mackenzie even said how she thought Nicky was "scrumptious," but promised Kim she'd never do anything with him. It didn't require my special superpower to see that something was going on.

Amelia said. “Have you sent the remaining balance to them?” queen Mackenzie said. “No, I haven’t…,” Amelia said and queen Mackenzie cut in. “That’s nice to hear, mum!” queen Mackenzie said jubilantly. “What’s the jubilation all about, Mackenzie?” Amelia said. “Nothing, mum,” queen Mackenzie said and gazed at the television screen. “I don’t think I have the power to cook anything now,” Amelia said. “Don’t worry yourself, mum, I will do the cooking,” queen Mackenzie said and yawned.

I sound like a broken record if I try talking and I'm pretty sure I look like one too, the door creaked open and I just know it's one of those damn maids. "I was told you refuse to eat, even if you are on a diet I don't want you dying on me" I turned at the sound of his voice, now that I think of it he sounds familiar too. "Will you let me go? Or are you planning on kidnapping me as revenge for your son?" I glared at the fucker, he ran his finger through his hair and sighed. I hated how insanely attractive he was and I hated myself for acknowledging that. "I don't want it to be like this Mackenzie, I just want to find Dan and if we don't cooperate then we won't find him," He said.