My Teacher Milady Novels & Stories

Eden decided. It would contrast better with the pink of the drapes than the green of the other night. But this one was even more transparent. “The nightie, too, please.” Eden asked. She brought her the light garment, which didn't conceal much either, then brought her mistress’s slippers , which she slipped her bare feet into. “Some fresh perfume, Milady?” “I haven't got any.” “There was this on the dressing table Milady.” She pointed to a bottle and removed the carved cap. They both bent down to inhale it.

“Milady, don't murder me, please. I really believe that I did nothing wrong. Lady Charmile is here! You were pushed into the pond by her. Please—-” “Lady Charmile? What, my cousin, do you mean?” “Yes, Milady and I say –” "So you're still alive?" “Save my life, Milady, please!” "This time, tell me the truth. What day is it right now? *** A young girl says, "Milady, here is the black tea," and smiles. I glance at the tea with narrowed eyes. It does really reflect the identical image from that day. I groan and shake my head. I take control of the cup. I look over at the maid sitting next to me and take a sip. I've learned that she is Flea, one of my servants, and that she vanished one day after

"You can tell us the gist after school. Okay?" Our English teacher, Mrs Lamidi walked into the class. She was a very strict teacher and a Dorian Gray. At age sixty seven she looked like a super model! She was also pure Hausa yet spoke and taught English fluently. I've always felt it was highly unfair for anyone to look and be that good. "Settle down students. For the next two weeks we will be treating a play." A few students at the back hissed and Mrs Lamidi narrowed her eyes.

she said. “I thought it was open for all?” Lustre replied this time. “That’s enough. I do not want to hear any more side talks. When Rex and Lily come back, you can tell them what we discussed today. Alright?” “Now let’s begin today’s lesson, shall we?” Maltilda was the history teacher. She was also one of the students’ favorites — the one they could go to when they wanted to talk about things they couldn’t tell their parents. The one girls went to for boy advice, even though she was old enough to have a mate and didn’t have one. Even though they knew the gossip about her mate leaving her.

A knock on the door pulled my attention away from the screen. "Come in," I called out. The door opened and a maid entered, bowing low with her hands joined at her front. "You called, Milady?" she asked, her eyes darting briefly to the blood-stained shirt I had discarded on the floor. "Throw this shirt away," I instructed, pointing to the garment. "And please bring a tray of black tea and some light refreshments up to the room. The Alpha has had a long afternoon." "Right away, Milady," she murmured, moving quickly to retrieve the shirt before scurrying out.

Adam added. “So please don't worry about Lila. She doesn't have much friends and am like her only good and honest friend. I even sometimes see the old you in her right now.” And his words caught Anastasia. “How do you mean?” She asked. “I mean that Lila doesn't have any friends. Back then when you arrived at the boarding school, you also had no friends, you were awfully quiet and didn't know how to make friends.” Adam chuckled a little and Anastasia slapped his shoulders and pouted. “It wasn't my fault you know.” Anastasia defended still pouting and her cute pout made Adam smiled as he cupped her face. “Exactly. Lila doesn't know how to make friends even in her college. Everyone sees her as

He had brown skin, brown eyes, beautiful black hair, neatly trimmed beards, his cologne smells divine and his attire was finely pressed. “Forgive me beautiful.” He said, with a smile. “I was in the wrong actually, forgive me Sir.” I apologized, trying so hard to suppress my surging emotions. “Polite and Beautiful, incredible.” He commented. “May I know your name Milady? And also what noble family are you from?” He asked. “My name is Lyra and I am from no noble family. I am the personal maid to Princess Thalia Blackfang Of Zurik. She is the soon to be wife of….”

They entered a huge room with a long dinning table with golden vase, plate filled with different dish and spoons. “Wow!” Caitrona looks stunned as she looks at the two maid. “It looks delicious!” she drools. “I am Nina Hartlepool!” the maid with blond hair speaks with bright smile on her face. “Milady, you can sit and have your meal,” she added. “I am Melissa Romero, Milady, kindly enjoy the meal,” they both bow and walk away. Caitrona looks confused. “Mi...Milady?” Adonis rolls his eyes. “Why are you acting to be stupid? Start eating!” he orders.

I needed my secret to remain a secret until I was safely out of Wilder territory. Carol emerged from the wardrobe, draped in a sea of light blue silk. “Look at this one! The pale azure. It’ll make your eyes pop, especially with the way the morning light hits the solar. You’ll look like a winter rose, Milady.” “It’s too tight in the waist,” I stated quickly, perhaps too quickly. “I prefer the grey wool. The one with the loose pleats.” Carol waved me off with a playful roll of her eyes. “No, no. The grey makes you look bigger than you are, Mi'lady. I think this one would be better.”

That's interesting. "Hi there!" Startled, I looked down at a young girl of about 17 or 18, caked with makeup, clothes down to near zero and hair a dull platinum blonde. "Yes?" "You must be new here. Aren't you a little old to be attending school?" She batted her eyelashes, folding her arms in such a way that her breasts nearly spilled out of her top....if you could call it that. "You're right. I'm looking for the chemistry class." I told her, taking a small step backwards. But her cunning little smirk told me that she noticed the move.