Sophia From Dance Moms Novels & Stories

Sophia said as she stood on my other side and finally took my hand to take me to the middle of dance where many of them were dancing. “Isn’t she cute?! I really love her. You know Alex and her, they both are super close as well. Actually, Alex is close to every kid in here. Being the eldest out of the four really taught him how to take care of kids.” Sophia said as she danced and twirled me.

This was supposed to be her escape, not a battlefield. Before she could steady herself, a shadow fell over her. An older woman, mid-thirties with warm brown eyes and a scar tracing her collarbone, slid onto the stool beside her. 'Ignore them, sweetheart. They're just scared you'll outshine 'em.' The woman extended a hand, her grip firm. 'I'm Sofia. Danced with your mom back in the day. Elena was fire—taught me everything. If you need backup, you come to me. No strings.'

"Thank you, Mia. Happy birthday." Mia giggled and waved her hand. "Thank you, Luna. This just made my night!" I leaned down and whispered in Sophia’s ear with a sly smirk, "I didn’t drag you here so you could sit around like furniture." She gave me a look, but before she could protest, I yanked her up with a dramatic sigh. "Come on. One dance. That’s all I’m asking." At first, she resisted. Her steps were hesitant, unsure. But the music worked its magic and so did the freedom of the moment. Bit by bit, Sophia let go.

I look at her and shake my head resisting to urge to look over at Shayla I lick my lips. “Sorry, you were just rubbing yourself in all the right places, I was trying to control myself.” I lie, and Sophie grins wrapping her arms around my neck, and she kisses along my jaw. I sigh and pull my head back. “Soph, stop.” I hear her sigh and her shoulders drop when she pulls away and looks over at Josh and Shayla dancing together. “How did she learn to dance like that?” Sophie scoffs, looking over at Shayla dancing sensually, the acidity in her voice made me smirk.

“Family? Bitch, please. We’re more like a pack of wolves who know how to share the kill and split the cash.” “Just wait till your first private dance, girl,” Emma said, grinning wide. “You’ll walk out with a grand stuffed in your hand and a sore throat from deep-throating dick like a fucking champ.” Sophia shoved me toward the big mirror, hand firm on my back. “Tomorrow you really dance, girl. We picking your song — something slow and nasty, the kind that makes those rich fucks lose their damn minds. You gonna have ’em on their knees, begging just to get one touch of you.”

She barged in and her mom flinched and seeing it her daughter ,She calmed down heaved a sigh of relief . “You scared me Sophie ....” “Mom guess what !” “What is it this time around ?”She asked . “Well,Dylan told me the colour of my cloth correctly and he was also able to watch the show on tv “ “Wow!Are you serious ?” “Come see for yourself “Sophie replied and her mom quickly got up and followed her daughter rushing to the living room . “Sophie ,I really don’t know why you are making this a big deal “Dylan said quietly .

The days following Sophia’s emotional breakthrough were marked by a subtle yet significant shift in the family dynamic. Sophia had begun to address Skylar as “Mom,” a change that did not go unnoticed by Jared and Lorenzo. While seven-year-old Jared could grasp the concept, his younger brother, four-year-old Lorenzo, was bewildered. He couldn’t understand why Sophia was addressing Skylar that way. Was she trying to steal his mom? One sunny afternoon, as Sophia arrived at Skylar’s house for a visit, Lorenzo approached her, his face set in determination. “Sophia, why are you calling my mom ‘Mom’?” he asked, his young voice tinged with confusion and a hint of accusation.

“It’s a dinner baby, not a party.” “But are you going to dance?” “Lily.” “I’m asking a question.” Lily sat on the edge of the bed folded both arms and watched Kira finish her earrings with the focused attention she gave things she found genuinely interesting. “Sophia said she’s going to get Uncle Marcus to dance with her even if he doesn’t want to.” “That sounds about right.” “Do you like Sophia now? You seem like you like her more.” Kira looked at her daughter in the mirror. “Why do you ask that?”

I can finally see her and not just perceive her. "Alexios, how great to see you again." Sophia's mom's voice might have sounded friendly, but her eyes, her gaze were anything but friendly. "And who is this pretty lady beside you?" She asked referring to Ophelia. "You all heard that right? I am a lady not a kid!" Ophelia snorted using the mind link. "That's my youngest Ophelia." Mom answered smiling. "She is an eight grader." I almost laughed as mom added that. Ophelia's reaction was priceless and I wished I had captured that.

I clicked on it. And what I saw shocked me to the bone. The video started with blurry flashing lights, loud club music pounding in the background. Then the camera focused And I saw Sophia. Standing on a pole. Dressed in nothing but a bikini and bra. Her hands trembled as she gripped the pole, her movements awkward, hesitant. Tears glistened in her eyes, but the crowd cheered for her, throwing money at her feet. My stomach turned. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.