Maestra Y Alumno Novels & Stories

The ruler was only borrowed from the lab, after all. “What is it, Ms. Alvarez?” Mae immediately froze when she heard their instructor’s voice calling her last name. She slowly looked up at Ma’am Tadal and secretly prayed that maybe the teacher was talking to her cousin Vanessa instead. She even slowly turned toward Vanessa beside her, but Vanessa was already staring at her like she was waiting for Mae to answer. Great timing, Mae. Really amazing timing for talking to yourself, she thought while letting out a deep breath before facing their instructor. “N-Nothing, Ma’am,” she answered softly while biting her lip.

The two ladies had different thoughts in mind as they saw Judas' delighted mien with his eyes closed, jaw clenched, and heavy breathing. Roxanne was complacent that even the big boss could melt at the touch of her talented and skillful tongue. She was confident that no matter if she could only do this thing once for him, the boss would never forget the mastery she could execute in pleasing a man compared to someone who had just learned talents from her. A master will always be better than its student, after all, or at least, that was what Roxanne believes in. Mavie noted that the Master must have liked how it felt to be licked. She keenly observed what particular spot he seemed to react to a

Not a speck of dust clung to his clean clothes; only his long hair swayed in the wind generated by his own power. In stark contrast to his composure, two old men nearby were anything but calm. “Excellent! Now that’s my disciple!” boomed a hale and hearty old man. He was Raksa, a grandmaster of the martial arts. “That’s only because I taught him how to concoct the divine pills to support that training!” retorted another elder, reeking of strong spirits and still clutching a bottle. He was Mahadewa, a peerless, if perpetually drunk, master alchemist.

That’s not unsettling at all. I take a shaky step closer. “Who put you here?” He licks his lips. “The Master.” My breath catches like someone yanked a thread through my lungs. “The Master?” I ask. “Who is that?” His eyes gleam. “Well, who else? Other than the reputable, respected, and beloved Headmistress of the Academia of the Moon.” I freeze. The room tilts. “No,” I whisper, looking at Luca, whose face is just as pale as I feel. “She’s helping us. She helped Elijah. She gave him—”

Xiao Chen took out a scroll and handed it to Miss Ma. As Miss Ma read it, her face flushed red and she became very excited. This time, she could cure the illness she had suffered from since childhood, and she was certain about the scroll Xiao Chen had given her because it matched what she had always felt every day. She hoped Xiao Chen could make elixirs for her, but Xiao Chen mentioned that it wasn’t his specialty. Only an alchemist or master alchemist could do that, and he was just an ordinary cultivator, not a master alchemist. Miss Ma’s face showed a hint of disappointment. She had found hope, but it seemed difficult now to find someone willing to help her. She looked at Xiao Chen again,

Matthew received the signal and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Do you know who our Young Master Costa is? Him cutting in your line is your honor." Alexander couldn't be bothered to argue with them, so he found the teacher in charge of maintaining order. "Teacher Moreno, Patrick and Matthew are cutting in line." Teacher Trisha Moreno, in her early twenties, had just graduated from teacher training. After graduating, thanks to Patrick's uncle, she took a job here. Upon hearing Alexander's accusation, her face darkened, and she gave him a displeased look. To maintain a fair and just image, she asked Patrick, "Patrick, is what he said true?"

“The Council is a hydra, Victoria. We cut off the main head, but the body is still twitching.” “Then we’ll be the ones who keep the blade sharp,” I said, walking toward him. “But not tonight. Tonight, the Architect and the King are off-duty.” The transition from the nursery to the master suite was a silent, sacred ritual. This wasn’t the “Purge” fueled by the adrenaline of survival, nor was it the “Celebration” fueled by the high of victory. This was the foundation.

Miss Joana quickly walked over to him "Oh my gosh, my prince, we meet again. Can't this be because we are soulmates?" All the students immediately stared in shock, how could a teacher speak like that in front of her students? "My prince you are really handsome." "Don't touch me!" Mr. Arka shouted, avoiding when Miss Joana was about to touch his face. "Miss, don't disturb Mr. Arka!" Bella shouted. "You'd better go. Miss is really unclear," said Ella. "That's right, Miss should just go to a fashion show." “Hahahahahahah.”

My face to the table, I didn't want to look up at him for fear that Maestro would come in at any second. Don Derinem drew a plate he served in front of me, and the hunger raging in my belly disappeared into thin air. I wished I didn't leave the room; there was no explaining things to Maestro. He was going to kill me. I could see us returning to the way we were before with the maltreatment and bruises. I wished sir Derinem would leave me alone. "Maya, look at me. I'm trying to help you, or do you enjoy being with Damon?" His voice was so gentle and genuine, unlike Maestro's

The master looked up so lively, filled with life and power, and answered confidently: - Yes, I'm ready. This is a wonderful and worthy gift for my science. I choose you as my student, Alina. From now on, my word is law. And you should no longer work in the hall, from now on you will only come to our family workshop, and you should not be in the shop. You understood me? Alina was even taken aback by such pressure. "Master, is something wrong?" - Alina felt that the master was not just daring her away from the hall.