My Teacher Milady Novels & Stories

The round light gold rim glasses that she had on only added to her academic looks. “This is Lady Coleman. She will be your history teacher,” Madame Sand quickly introduced him. “It is an honor, My Lady. Please call me Anna,” she said politely. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Mila,” I replied just as politely. “Well then, I’ll leave you two to get started. Please take care of Lady Mila well,” Madame Sand said before taking her leave. Now that my first formal class was about to start, I started to feel slightly nervous. I wondered if my teacher would be shocked at how little I knew even at my age. The fact that I came from another country and wasn’t schooled properly would clearl

Beatrice said, and the Lord nodded. "How interesting? You wooing me." He said, to have Beatrice narrow her eyes. "It is the truth I speak Milord." "Hmm." Beatrice shook her head as she rubbed her forehead. "Milady." It was Lola the maid. "Greetings Lola, how have you been?" She asked. "I've been well Milady, which would you prefer? Jasmine Tea or Kelo's Tea? Both are available." She asked with a smile. "Jasmine Tea? I have never heard of it before, seems like the Lord has better tea than most of us." Beatrice sighed.

"I am Jasmine's top disciple. My name is Mila." Guillermo staggered back in surprise, but being the stubborn man he was, he refused to admit he had failed to recognize the top-grade fabric on Theodore's clothes. He looked suspiciously at Isabella. "You say you're Jasmine's disciple, but how can I believe you? We have other disciples of Jasmine here. I'll call one over to see if you're a fake." Guillermo scanned the room and finally his gaze landed on Nathan and Victoria in the corner. He approached Victoria and invited her, "Miss Victoria, it's well known that you are Jasmine's student. Can you recognize Miss Mila on stage? Is she really your senior?"

Before she could ponder about it, the woman continued, “Milady.” Zaina observed the woman who seemed to be quite old. But Zaina could not decide her age. The woman had long black hair which she had left open and every finger of hers had a ring. “Please take your seat, Milady.” The woman took her seat first and pointed to the chair in front of her. Zaina did as she was told and anticipated what the woman would do next. “What do you want to find out, Lady?” “I don’t know. I have never tried this before.” Zaina answered unsure of what the women meant.

Venetia turned on the warm water as it started rushing. When the water was enough for me to bath, Venetia turned off the water and turned to face me. " Please take off your clothes Milady" she said. "What? Do you want to bath me? " I asked. " Yes Milady" she said. " No I'll bath myself thank you" I said Venetia looked outside the bathroom before looking back at me " Milady if Master Derek finds out I didn't bath you I'm doomed" Venetia said in fear.

She welcomed his ‘kindness’. Then, a beautiful dress was on her body the second after she touched the tip of his finger. The water in the bathtub had disappeared into the drain hole. “Looks like someone can’t wait to meet you,” he said as they came out of the bathroom. She looked at the large window on the right, showing the sky that had turned reddish. She touched her dress pocket. The dagger was still there, waiting for her to use it. “I hope you enjoy that short time of yours with your family, Milady.”

Her lady must forgive her or else she would really die! It was the noise that brought Bianca back and she quickly regained her composure. She cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly " Erm... head..." " Call me Ellie Milady. " " Ellie, stand up... I'm not angry" " Are you sure? Milady" " Very sure and I won't tell the boss either " she knew the maids were doing these not because of her but because of their strict boss. She knew they were only scared of him and not her and she wanted to let them know she knew.

Can we do this again soon? It was fair to say that the young witch and Lord Ernest couldn't wait for the next day to arrive. Indeed, the soon-to-be leader of the coven enjoyed their following appointment. "Milord!" She gulped when he entered the parlour for her daily homework. "I have been excited and craving imagining about you all night. I confess, I scarcely napped at all!" "Milady, I felt the same! You are so very talented. I stress you must proceed with this workout on the British legitimate policy before we enjoy our other training. If I don't teach you this."

Zezi rushed to her, holding her hand again in a desperate plea. "You must help me get out of here." Gwen's smile fell when she looked up at her, it reminded Zezi of that day that she had seen those lashes on her skin. They were gone now though. "Even if I wanted to, Milady, I cannot. I cannot defile my Sire." She said, her voice as cold as ice and as firm as she had ever heard it. It was almost like as if there was a fear of a distant memory keeping her act in order. Then she smiled broadly, like as if tension hadn't just filled the room to the point of suffocation.

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.