Wattpad Dance Moms Novels & Stories

The video had already gone viral on our local platform. The most-liked comment was only one sentence: "Isn’t that Ryder Quinn’s mom from Class One?" Sure enough, the next clip showed Ryder at kindergarten. The comments beneath it were cruel and venomous. "Tsk tsk, such a sweet boy, but look at what his mom does." "Like mother, like son. Rotten to the core." "My kid’s in the same class. I can confirm it; neither of them is any good." My vision blurred with fury as I snatched up my phone and dialed Michael.

“I did one time. When we first started hunting with your mother, I thought they would try to find a way to make me quit.” “Did they?” “No. They were my best friends before and now they are my mates. Daddy Tim and Daddy Jamie used to beat people up for bullying me.” I sighed, swinging my feet. “Do I have to go to the dance? I don’t want to go.” “No. We can do a dance here. If you want.” I perked up. “Can all our daddies come?” She nodded, laughing. “If you want.” “YES! YES! YES!,” I screamed.

I said pouting “Mum I’m having all the fun I need right here, I don't need to dance” Brielle quickly refused Davis comes behind me “Come on you two, just agree to us for once. We just want to see you happy” he added I went around and got Brielle up the seat “Mom there's no need for this” she objected “Dad this is not necessary, you know I don't dance” Mateo said. “Yes and dancing just today won't harm anybody, get out of your shell son” Davis persuaded.

Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. He brought the device to my ankle and slid it upward. The tingling sensation surged through me, reaching deep within me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. "This is the second session. The vibration helps stimulate the energy within you and get it moving." Henry ran the vibrating toy from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thighs. He held the device there, continuously circling the area. The intense vibrations kept stimulating me, making me tremble from head to toe. Even the ball beneath me began to vibrate, and my body started to rise and fall rapidly.

"Maybe let your dad breathe for a second?" Alexander is now hanging off my left arm. Ethan is holding my right hand. I'm effectively immobilized by small humans and I don't mind even a little bit. "Are you gonna dance with us?" Alexander asks, bouncing on his toes in excitement. "We were doing the spinny dance! It's the BEST dance! You spin and spin and spin until everything is blurry and then you fall down and laugh!" "That does sound like a great dance," I say. "Mama taught us! Mama knows ALL the dances. She knows salsa and merengue and—and—what's the other one, Mama? The one with the hips?"

It was a beautiful dance to watch. My mom was determined to teach all of us classical dances. She didn’t want us to be an embarrassment at official pack balls. There, you had to know the waltz, rumba, salsa, and other dances. It was an old tradition, still going strong. I felt confident that I could pull off a freestyle. Besides, if my mate was challenging me, I was more than up for it. And what better way to hold her close to me, to feel the warmth of her small, soft frame against mine? The thought alone made me grin. I turned to her, still grinning. "Okay. I think I’m ready."

I glanced up to see a dreamy smile beginning to spread across Moana’s face; she appeared to know the song. “Edrick, Moana has never had the pleasure of attending one of our banquets,” my mother suddenly said, looking over her shoulder at me from her seat. “I’ll watch Ella. Why don’t you two go and dance?” … I was surprised to find that Moana seemed to have some experience with dancing. As our dance came to an end, however, I felt Kelly’s and my father’s eyes on me, and stepped away from Moana with a bow. She said she had to use the restroom, so I pointed her in the right direction and returned to my mother and Ella.

This dance was much faster and I was doubly glad that my mom had insisted I learned all the dances - even when the boys didn't have to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "All lunas should know how to dance Stormie. It's a way to show off how graceful and powerful you are," mom said as she reset my stance for what felt like the 100th time. 'I'm not a luna mom. I'm graceful and powerful with a sword in my hand, not heels on my feet. I feel like a new foal stumbling around in the barn,' I linked her back, exasperated.

Four years passed. ~"You might have a mom, she might be the bomb But ain't nobody got a mom like mine Her love's 'til the end, she's my best friend Ain't nobody got a mom like mine" ~ Dancing to the tune of "Mom" by Meghan Trainor, the children danced in simple steps to appreciate their mommies on Mother's Day. This was a gathering that Amara had organized for the mothers in their family and close friends.

I saw Dad stand up and approach Mom. "Can we dance?" he asked as he held out his hands to Mom who was smiling. "Of course darling!" Mom replied and accepted Dad's hand. I was cringed at them and just look in the other direction. I want to go home now, I better read some books. I was just watching Dad and Mom dancing happily in the middle of the dance floor. Dad was holding Mom's waist, and Mom's arms were tied around Dad's neck. They were just happy and I smiled a little, I was happy to see them in that situation, I could see how much they loved each other.