My Teacher Milady Novels & Stories

“Miss Evans, we finally meet.” The teacher stands at the front of the room. Professor Mirelda Stone. Her name fits her perfectly. She looks like she was carved from stone. Black hair wound tight in a bun, shiny cold green eyes that is scary and a faint scar that runs down her neck……..I pity whoever gave her that. She taps a long wooden wand against the desk. “You have quite the reputation,” her tone sounds dry, the words are slow, like she is mocking me or something. I open my mouth to explain.

Even without makeup, the girl was still the most gorgeous goddess they had ever seen, and come to think of it, a man in his right senses would see such a beauty and deny it. "Milady, your bath time" the maids announced, but that didn't move the girl. Laura's stand-by unmoving on the spot right where Lim had left her.. She still couldn't understand what was going on. What just happened? How come Mr Lim was the same Mr A that had taken her virginity! What on earth did he want from her that he couldn't leave her life in peace! "Milady, your bath time, you need to take a bath early. The master needs you at the dining table within ten minutes", the maids pleaded. Now the master is back at the hou

I inhaled and exhaled slowly to steady my nerves before taking quick strides to the door. “Only you. I don't want to see anyone else.” I said loudly as I leaned against the door and waited for a reply. A hush had fallen over everyone on the other side of the door, a few seconds later, I heard the shuffling of feet as footsteps receded down the hall. A short silence ensued then Aisling cleared her throat. “I'm alone Milady.” She announced and waited for a response. “Stop calling me that.” I retorted and held the door open.

She was blushing, and I felt like I would too, if she looked at me like that. All I could do was sheepishly giggle, a habit my body couldn’t help but do when I feel awkward, while Clairmont—who stood by my side—was throwing his eyes out to Carter, who trotted closer to him, with a more than grateful face written all over his cherub face. It’s all good with the raining praises, but I would feel a bit heart-broken by the thought that those praise will turn into something… unpraiseworthy when they knew that I am a dragon. Most people feared dragons after all. “Milady.” A woman, clad in brown robe with a braided caramel hair approached her. “It would be improper for a lady to not introduce herse

Their postures were flawless, their expressions carefully neutral, but their eyes tracked Emmeline's every movement with the unblinking focus of cats waiting for a wounded mouse to finally stop twitching. "Lady Emmeline." Her crisp, cold voice cut through the silence like a freshly sharpened blade. Emmeline stopped just inside the door. Exhaustion made the room tilt slightly, but she forced her spine straight. She absolutely wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her sway. "I'm Instructor Miravelle." Ice-chip eyes swept over Emmeline, cataloging every flaw with obvious disdain. "I've been tasked with teaching you the basic protocols of court etiquette. A task that'll require considera

I kept my eyes on the floor until Teo’s hand caught my chin, forcing me to look up. “Chin up, Noir. You’re a Moretti now. Act like it,” he whispered with a wink. The girls in the hall looked like they wanted to set me on fire. Fila and Ealia rushed us, offering quick hugs before disappearing to their own sectors. My first block was History with Mrs. MacDonaldson. She was a legendary terror, the kind of teacher who gave out six-thousand-word essays for checking your watch. I walked in, prepared for a lecture on my tardiness, but the room went dead silent for a completely different reason.

I turn to see who it was, and I'm not mistaken when I imagine the individual. “Sebastian?” He smiles at me with a puzzled expression, but I brush it aside and advance toward him. "Milady, what are you doing in here? Isn't you have Viscountess Bucchier's afternoon class?” Given that I've forgotten that bit, I can only smile at Sebastian. The Viscountess might be waiting for me, but there are more pressing matters to attend to than repeating the same etiquette lessons with the same tutor. Considering that I already know what a noble should do, I suppose skipping her class today won't harm me.

“Very well. Take those fruits in the kitchen counter and get it delivered to Sera this instant and don’t come home unless you are with her.” “Yes ma’am.” “And if by any chance, she steps foot in here with a frown or upset by You or anyone out there, I —will— tear— you apart.” She stressed the words, baring her fangs for me to understand she was dead serious and will do exactly what she promised. “Understood Milady.” I said, my hands up in the hair in surrender and and retreated her fangs, plattering her face with a soft smile. “Good boy.” She ruffled my hair, making it messier than when I came in, and exited the sitting room.

Who should I blame for that? Obsession phase. The moments where I was obsess and a simp for things that were trending back then. I could say I always like to follow the trend back then, it made feel I wasn’t been ignore and I belong to some groups. It was quite an experience, finding warmth on things. But the entertainment here quite not my type or much entertaining for a 21th century girl. It was expected but I could help but think that sana my internet at cellphone dito. “Milady, you’re next lesson would be language. Your class would be on the library of the main building, Soest.” Rita informed me, while combing my hair.

Chapter 1 Like every guy on the planet, I had the hots for one of my teachers. The name of my crush was Mrs. Gavelle , my senior year English teacher, was a conservative woman in her late thirties. Mrs. Gavelle was a beautiful lady. She had short red hair, which stopped a little before her shoulders, a dark pair of chocolate brown eyes and a simply gorgeous face - the type I could've stared at for hours.