Absolute Great Teacher Novels & Stories

Her eyes were completely red. She had been waiting for this day for a very long time, in fact, she had even despaired of her condition, never having imagined in her dreams that such a stubborn disease would be cured by an unknown teacher in the mountain! Where was this teacher long ago? “The truth seems to be... that he is a very capable person, only because he maintains his weakness..." Such an idea popped into her head. If he is not keeping a low level on purpose, No matter how his lessons were, just the fact that he was able to cure her legs meant that he was more than able to build his reputation in this academy. How was it possible for him to be an unknown teacher?

“Not as much as I’d have liked. My uncle Bill is a good man. Sometimes he might not know it, but he really is.” Mott sighs. “You’re so young, aren’t you?” “Seventeen. Almost.” Banks checks her watch. “It’s not close to three o’ clock yet. Or is it a school holiday today? I can never remember.” Mott shrugs. “Actually, it’s a holiday.” “You shitting me?” Banks cocks an eyebrow at him. “It’s the Great Holiday of Saint Numbnuts.” Mott manages to keep a straight face. Ignoring her partner’s attempt at humor, Banks jabs a finger into Trent’s shoulder. “After this, you’re going back to school. Understand?”

Master John? I turned at the speed of light to look at the man I registered with and I grabbed his hands that were placed on the desk in front of him. "Is he... Is he John Abel, the world-renowned Martial Master? The one who's been winning the Best Martial Artist award since 2011? The one who's been learning Martial art since he was just 5? Is he? The one who claimed to never teach anyone?" My hands were trembling and I was in disbelief. The man couldn't hide his amusement as he kept nodding his head after his question. He was confirming everything I said and somehow... The man who would be teaching me Martial arts was the best in the world?!

To be filled with the Dick of Nick again will be an honor for me as I play innocent and nod at him. We part ways, a smirk built from excitement on my thin lips as I walk away. First class for the day: English. Only I know how much I hate the subject not because of the knowledge but because of the damned teacher. She is none other than the renowned ex of Louis, The great ruler of the Autoc Empire. I have no other words to advertise him with than 'great ruler', because he deserves that title to his name. I've never seen a more professional and formal boss in my life. Not one novel I've read ever explained the clear picture of a rich, successful CEO's life. And yes, we as siblings were all pres

"Grandpa, Teacher Greene is not like Yngrid. She doesn’t have their family standing behind her. She doesn’t have their family’s backing. She only has me." His voice turned sharper, more resolute. "You were young once. You loved a woman so much you would’ve burned the world for her. If someone had taken her from you, what would you have done? Wouldn’t you have been even more ruthless than me?" A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "So what if Teacher Greene has no background? She is so breathtakingly beautiful that even Yngrid, no matter how many lifetimes she’s reborn, will never compare to her."

" Shruti left from there crying and Vivek followed her, staring at me. After they both left, I lowered my head, but I don't know why my tears are not stopping. I can't see anything. Everything has become blurry. I did not know that at that time two eyes were watching me, they were my teacher Mr. Aditya Khurana. He stood there and listened to everything and when the class ended, while going out Aditya Sir said to me "In my office" "Ok" was all I could say with a choked throat.

Ashton’s guards started forward hesitant but I held up one hand, eyes still locked on Alex’s paling face. “I’ll only say this once,” I growled low enough that the earth around us trembled. “Who. Are. You?” He coughed, blood splattering down his chin, but even as pain flickered through his expression, his hands stayed open, raised, non-threatening. “I'm a ... I’m a teacher.” “You’re healing from three silver bullets meant for my daughter, mr. teacher,” I hissed. “You took them like they were bee stings and you’re still breathing.”

"None!" "Grisha, it's okay! Master Bakshi cares deeply for his students!" Another man with blue eyes and a white suit among the 4 adults spoke, "Master Bakshi is a genius mentor for a reason. His training regimen is much deeper than you think. His method and unique ways made you this strong, right?" "Yeah, he is indeed a genius! I would never have allowed my daughter under his tutelage if he wasn't," A beautiful lady with revealing curves and purple-gown nodded in agreement. "His training might seem like raging flames, but diamonds are what they ultimately give birth to."

“Hmph! The brat must die regardless!” A burly two-meter-tall man stood up. As soon as he stood, everyone at the scene appeared shorter. Moreover, he exuded a mighty presence that obviously overpowered the rest of the people. He was Bolt’s teacher, Quintavious. Upon hearing his remark, the old man said, “Quintavious, what’s your opinion? You may tell us.” Everyone began to look toward the tall, burly man.

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp