Sophia From Dance Moms Novels & Stories

sophia said and help her out of the bed. “Hmm good morning mom” she greeted and sophia nod Sophia walked her to the bathroom as she step into the bathing tube and sophia bath her. Soon she was looking stunning in her uniforms with her hair braided into two. Sohia walked her down stairs and prepare her meal for her. She pounce on it hungrily and sophia chuckled as she watch her rush the oat meal in her mouth. “Its so delicious mom my other nanny don't even know how to cook someone need to advised them to go cooking class before applying for such jobs again” she muttered an sophia burst into laughter.

Sophia checked her reflection in the dance studio's wall of mirrors one more time, tugging at her tight dance skirt. She'd signed up for private salsa lessons on a whim....or maybe out of desperation. Three months since her ex had dumped her for someone "more exciting," and Sophia was tired of feeling boring. Predictable. Safe. She wanted to feel alive again. Sexy. Confident. The studio door opened, and Dante Reyes walked in. Sophia's breath caught.

Mrs Williams called the school manager and authorized him to fire the new teacher immediately. "Don't worry, honey, he has been taken care of. Go back to your room and relax, no one dares lay a finger on my princess. Does he want to leave a scar on your face?" Her mother tapped her cheeks fondly. "He wouldn't dare, I'm sure I left some on his own face. I will be inside Mom, have a good day at the office" Sophia chuckled and happily went upstairs to her room. *Evening* "Dad, there's this new wristwatch that I just saw online. Please, can you buy it for me?" Sofia whined holding her father's hand.

And all the time she felt numb inside. ‘Do you want to dance?’ Damian rose to his feet and frowned when she didn’t respond. ‘Sophia?’ She rose automatically. ‘Yes, of course.’ His eyes narrowed on her face but she ignored him and walked onto the dance floor, then stopped dead. ‘Actually, no.’ ‘No?’ He drew her into his arms but she stayed rigid. ‘I can’t do this.’ ‘I thought you’d enjoy it, but if you don’t want to dance you just have to say so.’

I didn't get the chance to question it further because the very next second, Xavier pushed forward, his voice slicing through my reflection. "Mother," he said quite properly and shortly. "Sophia is no ordinary woman. She's my mate." Suddenly, I was slapped in the face by his words. In that very instant, the mask fell off, and there was a shock right across my face. I set my face again real quick, but all the while inside my mind's eye, my head was spinning: His mate, a human. future Luna of the pack, impossible. "I see," I returned coolly. Smiles never fell off my face. "Congratulations, Sophia. You must be really special for the Moon Goddess to have chosen you."

“I’ve made up my mind. The next month, we’ll have the mating ceremony. I’ll talk to the elders about it tomorrow.” Sophia let out a small squeal, clapping her hands together. Then, without warning, she spun around on her toes, laughing. “This is how I’ll dance at the ceremony!” she said, twirling in a small circle, her dress flowing around her. I stood there, a warm feeling spreading in my chest. Sophia was smiling. I had smiled Sophia. And that was all that mattered. Before I could take a step, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly. "Thank you, Damon. I—" She paused, looking up at me. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

I love it. We finally stumble back home. The leather couch groans as we collapse onto it. Sophie grabs her phone and blasts a dance remix. The beat pounds through the room. She yanks me up by both hands. “Dance party!” she declares. Her hands land on my waist. She guides me into a silly sway. Her hips grind like she’s on stage. I stumble and laugh. She spins me around. The room blurs with joy. When the song ends, we flop back onto the couch, breathless. The cushions swallow us whole.

"She looked like she’d swallowed a stone. Her father practically dragged her down the corridor by her elbow. I don't think we’ll be seeing the Lang family at the yacht club dinners for a very long time." "Sophia is a child playing with her mother’s jewelry," Diane said, her voice dropping into a cool, dismissive rhythm. "She thought she could destroy a ten-year plan with a stolen password and a freelance reporter from Nice. She doesn't understand that the rules she lives by don't apply to people who actually had to work for their dinner." She turned around then, her cream silk blouse catching the shadows of the room, her eyes bright with a sharp, triumphant fire. She held out her glass, and

I wanted to rip it open, to devour whatever was inside. But I didn’t. Not yet. Because there was something else I needed first. Something that would make Sophie break. Sophie!!! I found her outside the parking lot of Ethan's school, where he had his rehearsals. She was leaning against her car, scrolling through her phone, her hair falling over her face like a curtain. I walked toward her, and she froze when she saw me. Her lips parted, eyes wide with that same fear I’d seen before. Fear of me.

He called in every connection he had to help Sofia. I never thought things would come to this. One night, hugging my doll, I walked into her study. When I saw how hard she'd been working lately, the dark circles etched under her eyes, my heart ached so much the tears just kept falling. "Mommy, why don't you... send me back to the Moreno family? I'll make Grandmother stop." Sofia smiled faintly, lifted me up, and pressed her cheek tenderly against mine. "No. The day I agreed to be your mommy, I became your mommy forever."