Show'n Tell Novels & Stories

“Mrs. Rys, nice to meet you.” “Please, call me Gabriella,” I said, shaking her hand. “Theo’s told me a lot about you.” “All good things, I hope.” She smiled. “Take a seat, ma. We’ll begin shortly.” I sat. Some parents stared. A few moms tried to make small talk, but it faded quickly. The show and tell began. Exotic pets. Family heirlooms. Art. Someone wheeled in a grand piano once owned by a famous musical prodigy, a true antique. The room was filled with gasps.

“Such a loving family,” Jessie muttered as Tell took her hands. “Miss us, doncha?” She smiled. “Not touching that one.” He laughed. “So what’s new?” “You’d know if you ever bothered to call me.” At his guilty look, she whapped him on the shoulder. “Tell. I’m kidding. Since my life is incredibly boring, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to?” “I’ve been hittin’ as many local rodeos as possible, tryin’ to complete my PRCA judges course.”

Looking at him, Shana replied" I do not listen to it regularly, but it's good, for passing the time. Sometimes, they get good confessions from the youths and, even they give, good advices when someone shares his/her love problems." "Really! it seems you have some experience when it comes to love" emphasising on "Love", waiting for her response while noticing the change in the colour of her natural to red cheeks, her fingers forming a fist, Vihaan kept on looking at her, intimidating her with his gaze, trying to seek out the secret she was trying to hide. Changing the direction of the discussion, Vansh teased Shana" You are such a liar, beautifool. Admit it you listen to this show because of

Shana: “I’M FREE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN TAKE MY MIND OFF SAKS UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.” Me: “OH, MY LADY, I HAVE A CONCERT PLANNED.” Shana: “A CONCERT? WHAT BAND?” Me: “IT’S A PRIVATE SHOW. VERY INTIMATE.” Shana: “WHAT CLOTHES SHOULD I PACK?” Me: “NOT NECESSARY. NUDE VENUE.” (Smile emoji) Shana: “THEN I’M PACKED!” (Blushing smile emoji)

Hard_n_skillfull had written last when I checked my phone. “Office party? Okay, thank you,” I typed back. "Show us something we haven't seen before, Allura," Snooze wrote, and I stared at my mobile wondering what the heck he meant. "I want you in a red dress for this. Put on a fake heart shaped tattoo on your forearm. I got my $$$ ready," An anonymous person wrote first about my attire, and by rules, it was what I had to wear.

“Tell me baby doll.” XXX

“You have until 9 PM to write and post your letters. Take your time. After that, we’ll call you down one by one to check your mailbox.” The table fell into a murmur of excitement and nerves. “And one more thing,” the host added. “Tomorrow kicks off your first official workshop—and yes, this show is both a reality program and a training ground. We know some of you have industry experience, while others are new, so we’ll start with something essential…” A short pause. “Photoshoots!” “Ohh~!” Ten cheered. “You’ll get professional tips from an instructor, and then each of you will have your own photoshoot session. The one with the highest votes from the staff will win.”

"So he didn't take you to his car and make out with you or something like that?" "No." She laughed. "Okay. Jody is it?" She nodded. "You can stop now. The whole school knows your name now. No need to keep this up. Darin wouldn't waste his time winking and smiling at you when he can just... Well have you. So to speak." This was barely dramatic. "Ugh! Go away Shawna. And let me tell this lying idiot what's what..." someone ordered.

"You have a beautiful voice, Avery. Seriously." "First of all, thank you, but second of all, how do you even know about that show?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him as the confusion caught up to me. "Didn't you literally just transfer here like five minutes ago? How do you know about random campus events that I didn't even know were happening?" Arlo smirked, a quick, dimpled flash that made my stomach do that dumb flutter again. "I have my ways, Avery. But don't dodge the question—why 'no way'?"

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