Stern Teacher Novels & Stories

"What if you coaxed the whole trip thing out of her?" "Perhaps that introduction will clear things up a bit," he said, outstretching his right hand towards her. "I'm Oliver Sterling, Natalie's teacher." Anelia's eyes widened as saucers as it suddenly sunk in that the man had a heavy British accent. She looked him up and down. "You are Natie's teacher?" Her thoughts were voiced before she could think. He was tall, that was for sure. Or perhaps she was just especially short, everyone around her looked like trees.

she asked again, her tone slicing through the phone like a blade. “He’s standing right next to me. So is Selene,” I replied, lowering my voice as I added with grit, “Did you know his teacher’s a stoner?” There was a short pause on the line, filled with nothing but her breath. Then came a resigned sigh. “Yeah. Most of them are. A lot of the teachers here came from the rogue commune. What did you expect?” I turned toward the building again, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. “It’s completely unacceptable,” I said, the words snapping out sharper than I intended.

Stella cleared her throat and said in a gentle voice, "You can just call me by my name. There's no need for formalities. I just entered the film and television industry. I don't think I have the qualifications to give any advice." "And to answer your question, I'm happy and excited to be here. I am honored to be able to cooperate with such a great director like Mr. Winfield and my amazing cast and crew members. I look forward to seeing everyone on screen." There has always been a practice whereby popular celebrities are called teachers or masters in the field. In Stella's eyes, teachers are those who educate, while masters are those who have a full grasp of their skills. She did not find her

Shrugging, Grayson shook his head. Jenson blurted out of the blue, “We’d like to change teachers.” Grayson replied, “Two words. Not happening. Mister Storm over here is a top graduate of one of the world’s best universities. He’s more than capable of teaching the lot of you. Unless that is, you manage to find a teacher who’s better than him.” Baby Robbie became energized and excited. “Those are your words, not mine. So as long as we find a teacher better than Storm, you’ll have to ask them to be our teacher. Don’t go back on your words.”

The termination agreement was swiftly signed by Vesta. She pledged to make the payment on schedule. Stewart snorted when he heard the news, saying, "She sure acts fast." After Vesta signed the contract, Charlene and Stewart stopped thinking about it because the attorneys were taking care of the rest. It had been some time since the teacher and his two pupils had seen one another, and a few days later, Kenton Wagner was on vacation.

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

Stacy asked, out of curiosity. “Yes, I have.” I replied flatly, knowing fully why she asked. “Really? So, you saw the Professor. You see I was right. He is damn hot.” Stacy said, looking like she was dreaming about him. “Well, you’re right, but I don’t really see him as someone I would be drooling over. I have missed our former history teacher.” “Oh, goodness. Can you for once forget about books, and think about something more fun?” Stacy grunted, and folded her arms.

It was more like a garage than a classroom and I loved it. Suddenly an old man came out of a back room and looked up and said, "Oh! You must be Layla! I'm Mr. Stevenson" I smiled and nodded. "Not too many people sign up for advanced auto. It's just you this semester. I hope that you don't mind but first, I need to make sure that this is the correct level for you" Mr. S explained "Sure. No problem" I replied. He asked my quite a few questions about different motors and then seemed satisfied. Then he asked me how I knew so much and where I had and was working and about my certifications.

"Go on, I'm listening." Livia took a small breath. "Well, one thing is for certain... he is an amazing teacher." Hearing her say that made my heart race a bit. In all my time operating Sterlings Co., I have received endless praise for business strategies and profit margins. But nobody has ever complimented my teaching. And for some ridiculous, inexplicable reason, I wanted to hear her say it again. "Hold on," Aileen's brow furrowed with a hand on her hip. "You said he's a professor who takes a bunch of different courses in your department. Why call him a teacher?"

She decided to clench her teeth and wait through it. Sterling finally appeared with his head hung low. The Wallaces quickly went up to him, and everyone spoke at almost the same time, “How did it go, Sterling? Did you manage to see the chief instructor?” There was a look of despair on his face. “I… I did.” “That’s wonderful!” Renee was extremely excited as she said, “What does the chief instructor look like, Sterling? How old is he? Is he good-looking?” Everyone looked curiously at Sterling.