Private Teacher Novels & Stories

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

Then he laughed. Actually laughed. It was a short, surprised sound, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He reached up and scratched his forehead, shaking his head slightly, and I noticed how his hair fell perfectly back into place. "According to your card," he said, picking up Taraji's business card from the table and examining it, "you're an elementary school teacher." Oh. Right. Teachers. Children. Innocent young minds. Probably shouldn't be smoking pot around those. Crap.

Except from the few ones who were glaring at me. After a few seconds, the teacher coughed loudly, clapping his hands for attention, “Alright, Emelia, my name is Mike Tan, and I am the homeroom teacher as well as the maths teacher for this class. Welcome to Class Eight.” “Emelia, you are not going to say anything further?” He asked, turning his head to smile at me. His eyes looked very soft and approachable. “I have something else to say.” “Go ahead. Any form of introductions or…”

“Yeah, besides, once the teachers know what’s going on, those guys won’t dare to mess with you anymore.” With all three of them offering their support, Maesei finally nodded, though she still seemed a little unsure. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I guess we can tell a teacher…” “That’s the spirit,” Vince said with a small smile. “Let’s go find one.” They made their way through the hallways, eventually finding Teacher Tysha, one of the kindest and most understanding teachers in the school. She had a gentle smile and was always willing to listen to the students. When they approached her, she noticed Maesei’s tear-streaked face right away.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

Ryan "You are Ryan?" The teacher asked me when I entered the office room and approached her to finish the paperwork after classes. She is in her middle ages, wearing a white bodycon under a black straight coat, looking quite formal. "Yeah, Ryan. Final year." I replied politely. She nodded, bringing some papers out of the desk. "My name Laila, your chemistry teacher. Mr Arthur called me, and told me about you." At least, he bothered to do something for me. "Take a seat. And did you bring your TC? Give it to me."

Anna, a beautiful young lady who just get done with service was beside him as she concentrated more on a marking script. Funny enough, Kelvin had once asked her out on her first week at work. Even after she reported him to the admin, he still got pardoned, but not this time anymore. "My sweet thirteen, is anything the matter?" "Yes!" A footsteps tumbled towards my direction. "Hey, my best teacher in st. Antonio. You have gat a cool dress there." The maths teacher, known as Mr. Focus by all students' was seen as I looked back. He shook his head and walked down to his sit at the corner of the room. I giggled and turned back to Mr. Tobe who just smiled, releasing the small of his teeth.

By the time everyone was quiet, the teacher had opened her mouth. " Welcome everyone to the Bendione school academy. Nice to meet you. I am Professor Dina Ackerdin. I know that many of you come from different countries, so cheer up and begin a new year full of joy and studies. But unfortunately, all of you who come here can’t stay all year. You must be the best of the best to stay. Every future test will be decisive. If you don’t pass, you are eliminated. SO work hard for your future. "

Serena had called a few people, some were the makeup artists, hairstylists, designers, masseuse and teachers. "Who are they?" Besora asked whistling and Serena spread her hand to the left side saying, "These are charge d'enseignement. Your teachers, they will teach you how to walk, talk and speak, express etc," "Oh, not again," Besora groaned as she rolled her eyes. Serena and Jules were having tea when half of the day was passed by and Besora eas getting lectures from the teachers. "What is the other word for admiring?" asked the teacher and she replied, "Money."