Private Teacher Novels & Stories

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Stands and waits for the further reaction of his wayward student. " Hi, you know I can't talk right now!" Мy voice trembles, and this smug peacock stares at me. "Aunt, I'm doing great! Grades are good, but why do you ask?" But then the monster snatches the phone, and speaks the bitter truth. "Good afternoon! My name is Peter Alexandrovich, I'm Zhenya's French teacher. What a pity that your girl has been so bad at University lately!" I open my mouth in surprise, but not this. I want to hit him in the face, he never ceases to surprise the poor woman. Then he turns off the phone and gives the smartphone to me.

"You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?" "Giving me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live here-" "School isn't over yet!" I snapped. "But my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So then, your place or mine?" My jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.

“Seriously, the whole idea of being a teacher is you get to take a couple of months off every year. I don’t think you’ve stopped working since you graduated college.” “Because I want to do things and as it turns out, I’m not independently wealthy and people won’t just give me whatever I want. I apparently have to earn money and to do that, I must work. Despite what I thought when I chose to become a teacher, I don’t make a lot of money.” “You don’t have any money because you save it all.” I laughed. “You make that sound like a bad thing!” “Not bad, but come on. What if you get hit by a bus tomorrow?”

I commented, and Ray nodded in agreement. “T-T-That’s because I’m her teacher.” “What?” “I’m… I’m Miss Sunshine!”

Ericka commanded in a raised voice, "All right, students, finish or not, you all pass your paper." She allocated the most engaged student, who frequently serves as her coach. "All right, Teddy, gather all the papers and arrange them neatly at your teacher's table." Before he gets there, Ericka finishes up and plans to leave the classroom. Ericka's two tired eyes suddenly meet the sight of a young, attractive man dressed in a teacher's uniform and black slacks. He is nearly six feet tall, has black hair that is neatly cut, and exudes a dapper appearance. He's grinning and giving her a lovely greeting.

The most important thing was that they would leave Liam alone. As the male instructor left, another instructor, a red-haired female, entered the room. "Greetings, class. My name is Minnie Brown, and I'll be your Math teacher this year. It's nice to meet all of you. Just call me teacher Minnie," the female instructor said with a warm smile. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and freckles added character to her face, making her look both approachable and beautiful. Her bright, green eyes sparkled with warmth as she addressed the students, instantly making them feel at ease in her presence.

She’s wearing very sexy but at least decent a clothes for a teacher. She smiled as she saw how many of her students were there. "Good afternoon everyone. I am Ms. Sheena. You can call me Ma'am Sheen if you want," she introduced herself while smiling. Emma clenched her fist when she remembered the first time she saw the teacher. She is the girl who is talking to Mr. Rayven last time. She didn’t even think that she would be her teacher today. She just glared at her, that the teacher immediately noticed, but decided to ignore. After a minute someone at the back of the class suddenly walked towards the front while his head was down.

I pouted realising there won't be fun without her. "It's alright! We will send you pictures and tell you about everything." I said with a small smile. Suddenly the door flung open and our teacher entered. Mr Keesing, the most strict teacher. Everybody took their seats and kept quiet because Mr Keesing was really austere and rude. He started calling names of the students one by one to submit their forms if they were interested to go.