Maestra Y Alumno Novels & Stories

"The piece she played could be handled by any child. There's no way people of their caliber would call her their mentor." Sophia deliberately said, "But didn't Perla say she admires Amelia? What if the three maestros appreciate that kind of attitude?" “There's a big difference between liking someone and becoming their protégé. To be the three maestros' mentor, one must have far superior piano skills, like Tiana," Damian said. “Tiana is incredible. I hope she arrives soon. I would love the chance to meet her. Maybe we could even become friends," Sophia responded.

He looked at her hands to see them shaking and finally understood that the girls bold stare was clearly a ruse to conceal the dread and trepidation that were brewing in her eyes. “oh you need not worry love” he began “ I am going to take very good care of you. My name I maestro. A very good friend of your moms” “my mom doesn’t have any friends” the little girl interjected “at least not one that hides his face in a mask” Maestro’s eyes could be boldly seen widening in bewilderment even from his mask. ‘such boldness in a little girl’ he thought to himself. “well I most certainly am” maestro continued “she’ll be here soon. You’ll see”

The place looked like a real combat training center. Everything in it was precisely organized. The students gathered in the middle of the arena around the teacher. At that moment, I spotted Maya on the other side. She was standing among the students of her section. As soon as our eyes met, she smiled at me and slightly raised her hand. Then she moved her lips, saying: "Do your best." I smiled back at her. At that moment, the teacher stepped forward and said in a clear voice: "Hello. I am Professor Lucy."

Soon, Maisie was deep in thought as she mumbled, "A long beard, crooked nose, a crippled leg, and a master of inscription… The only person that fits the description was the disabled master that Master Dakota often mentioned. However, Master Dakota also said that the lame master has been missing for thirty years. I didn't expect to meet someone related to him here. Nevertheless, if that’s the case, why didn't the lame master accept Casper as his disciple? Was there any trouble? Or could there be some ulterior reasons for it? If that was the case, I don't think it's the right time to tell Casper my identity so as not to destroy the original intention of the crippled master. " "Since the disabl

My stomach tightened into a knot. "What do you mean Aria? What do you mean by who you truly are?" Master walked to the bed now and sat beside me. The mattress bowed underneath his weight. I raised my head and eyed him warily as I shifted uncomfortable under his hidden gaze. His face may be hidden, but that didn't hide the fact that he was staring at me intensely. His eyes boring into my face. If they didn't know about what I was talking about, there was no way that they would be working for Drakos. At least not as his close minions. Maybe they could provide me some answers as well. They may be useful yet.

It was in the language of her village Oruk Anam. The Architect builds the house.. The Master lives in the floor. "Teacher " Maya said, her voice trembling. "Who was the 'Master' of the Board? You said Benson was the boss.. Who started it? Who was the first Architect?" The Teacher turned slowly. His face was hard to read. "The first one did not have a name, Maya. They called him the 'Author.' He believed that humans were a rough first draft of a story. He wanted to reach the Final Draft."

His eyes were focused on me still. Who was that? Master Malacar is a beast, very powerful, and also our training teacher, physical training that is. And here we are, the dorm. She opened the door to a simple room. Two beds, purple blankets with the school's emblem, black sheets. Two desks and shelves on the wall with various books. I sat on the bed, still attempting to wrap my head around all I experienced so far. Honestly, I thought this was still a fantasy, and I would wake up at any moment.

“By the way, I’ve been practicing the violin for years now, training under a respected music teacher. Not to boast, but my teacher said I have real talent and deserve someone even greater to guide me.” She paused briefly, watching his reaction before continuing. “That’s when I watched your first violin concerto. Mr. Alvarro… your mentor is the last student of the great Maestro Emmanuel Caruso, isn’t he?” Kyle nodded as he listened. “That’s right. My mentor is Old Mr. Caruso’s last student. What about it?” Rhea smiled sweetly. “I know this might sound shameless, but… I have a request.” Kyle’s expression didn’t change. He already knew where this was going.

A man just shot the two of them without even giving it much thought. “Mia, che cazzo sta succedendo? Dov'è il Maestro?” he says or asks, and I have no idea what he is saying. {Mia what the fuck is going on? Where's Master?} Mia shakes her head. “Non è qui. Metti il composto in isolamento. Nessuno dentro, nessuno fuori. Trova Greta” she sounds as if she’s ordering him. {He's not here. Put the compound on lockdown. No one in, no one out. Find Greta}