Learn My Lesson Katee Robert Novels & Stories

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

I asked. "I saw tears in his eyes when he passed by us. And after looking at your face , it became obvious." Kate said presenting her smart personality in front of me another time. "Wow! You are an eagle. That's why you score good in exams because you cheat from others with the help of your eagle eyes. Isn't it?" Bobby snapped and we laughed. Kate punched Bobby's shoulder while the latter scrunched her nose. We ate a lot, danced, watched movies and totally forgot about others. Finally after the little get together, Kate and Bobby went home. Bobby was in a hurry because she was leaving tonight for her causin's wedding.

We sat in the quiet room. “Gabriel,” I said. “Mm.” “Your father was right, about most things.” “I know.” “It’s insufferable,” I said. He smiled. “In the best possible way,” he said. I picked up the folder, put it in my bag and stood up. “Come on,” I said. “I have a lesson at two.” He stood. “Theo?” he said. “Theo,” I said. “What are you teaching?” he said. “The Great Gatsby,” I said. “The green light.”

“Rob, she’s going to hate me.” “You don’t know that,” Robert said calmly, rubbing the top of her hand with his large thumb. Her fair skin was smooth to the touch. “You just have to tell her the truth and let her deal with it. She won’t hate you, every teenage girl wants, needs and loves her mother.” Kate chuckled. “It's funny you say that,” Kate responded, “Because Carly is all about her father.” Robert smiled, “and same with Kahlan actually. She loved Kasey so much more than me.” Robert looked.

She sighed and tossed the book aside, overwhelmed with the pains of her past. Kate focused more on her studies, more determined to be the best. Maybe, she thought, Jason would hear about her eventually. During the night, she focused on learning more designs from YouTube channels. Then she practiced her new lessons on cardboard.

“Daddy, did momma ever know?” “About us?” “Yes daddy. Because one day she asked me if I was getting lessons from you in things I should know.” For a moment Mr Williams panicked. “What? What did you say?” “Only that we had education classes at school, and we had to ask our parents questions and that you were very helpful explaining things to me. I never did say we did anything.” “Oh, that’s all right. Look right now, Katrina you…. Oh my gud, that’s good… Katrina, the way you thrust your hips around when you sit on my cock is just beautiful.”

He led her down to the open ground which was used for training. "Alpha Calhoun." They bowed to him. "Did you teach her the first lesson?" "Yes," Calhoun said. "She has learned it. Haven't you, An?" Maryanne glared at him. "Okay, I will remind you. The number one lesson is to never trust everything I say." "Meet Lady Arya, Lady Itzel, Lady Maddie, and Lord Hamilton, your teachers." "You?!" "You?!" She couldn't believe it. The same woman from her past was going to be her teacher.

KYE The plan still stood, and this was only the beginning of it all. I, for one, couldn't wait to see it all unravel. My plan had only started, but when I said I could already see myself being victorious, then best believe I wasn't joking about it. I had to teach her a lesson. That was the only thing on my mind right now and I'd be damned if I allowed myself to fail. I was on a journey to turn her into a perfect slut in the next three months. Ava didn't know this, but each session we had was being recorded, all thanks to my glasses.

She couldn’t exactly respond by saying ‘fucking a 19-year-old’. “Tutoring.” “Also boring and not actually social. Okay well Tuesday then? 7pm” “Fine. Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know. Book somewhere. As long as it’s not crap.” “Great. See you on Tuesday at a not-crap-place.”

Lord, he can't see me crying please. Boom! He was in my front blocking my path. My head was still bent. He can't know what he said hurt me so much. He can't know. I moved to the left and he moved too, I tried slipping through the right but he was there already. I stopped moving. What to do, what to do? Just cross the road. Exactly what I should do. I started crossing the road silently praying he doesn't stop me; but he did. He did stop me.