Teach Me First Novels & Stories

I couldn’t understand. “You don’t have to stand in my class. We don’t do that here,” he said. Oh. “Can you tell me the second law of thermodynamics?” He asked once I was seated. Ugh. There was no way in h*ll I would ever be able to answer that. I didn’t even know that was the topic. When did I become so absent-minded. “You don’t know it? Ok what’s the first law then?” The teacher asked. “I know you’re new but I just spent the last thirty minutes describing these things. That only shows you weren’t listening.”

’s grand opening, their cameras clicking like a chorus of hungry insects. But I walked through them like someone who owned the room before she even entered it. “Miss Jules.” Alexander Reese said, stepping forward with that practiced billionaire smile. America’s youngest trillionaire, the man whose tech empire stretched across continents, and the only person in this building who truly knew my story. “Ready to make history?” I smirked. “Always.” Inside, champagne flowed, violins played, and the elite of the elite mingled like they

She was… captivated. “Tell me,” she said, her voice a little bolder. “What does a Beta teach?” Asher’s smile widened. “Many things. How to hunt. How to track. How to listen to the silence between the trees.” He leaned forward slightly, the firelight catching the gold in his brown eyes. “But the first lesson is always about reading a person’s energy. Their intention. May I show you?” A flutter of anticipation stirred low in her belly. She nodded, unable to speak.

Meanwhile, a voice came from my heart, "People avoid their boss and you are going to meet him, think a little, what will you say to him, 'Hello sir?' Everyone in the office will think you are mad after seeing you. Then after thinking a little, I thought, 'Yaar, you are right. He is my boss, I cannot meet him like this and I cannot say 'Hello sir, I am your student', so how should I talk to him?' Then, slapping my forehead lightly, I thought, 'Why do you want to talk to him, what will you say, I was remembering you sir?' So come out of your world of thoughts and start working.

"How... do I do that?" A slow, conspiratorial smirk spread across her face. "I'll teach you." She leaned closer, voice dropping as if sharing a delicious secret. "Consider this your official enrollment into Seduction Strategy 101."

Have you fallen in love with Simon and Paulina from "Teach Me"? Continue in this book and discover how Guilherme and Tábata's love was born in "Enlace Me". Synopsis Alone and pregnant, Tábata Mamoru never imagined that her old teenage crush would be the one to reach out a hand to her. Much less that her feelings for him would return, disrupting her plan to leave as soon as her baby was born. ~* An unexpected help pointed the way to the life she had always wanted *~

“You’re not forcing anything. You’re just standing. That alone is half the success.” “It’s strange,” she says. “Like… I don’t have to fight my own body.” “Because you don’t,” I answer. “That’s what they taught you before. Now we’re learning something else.” I step back to see her fully. “We won’t go further today,” I say. “This is enough. The first day isn’t about muscle. It’s about trust.” “In you?” she asks. “In yourself,” I correct. She smiles. Not a big smile. But a real one.

She obeys without a second thought, sucking her own sweetness from my skin. "Strip," I order. While she sheds her clothing, I walk to the board. I pick up the chalk and write: 1. THE LESSON OF BALANCE. “So, let’s begin your first lesson, Professor,” I declare, turning around. It satisfies my soul today just as much as it did on day one that the woman who lectures rooms full of students is the only one I have the right to teach. “Stand in front of the board. Legs spread, hands behind your head, eyes focused on the words,” I instruct her.

The memory of her kisses flashed through my head and my body reacted instantly. “Kael?” she called again. “Yes. Yes. Let's start.” I shoved every inappropriate thought out of my head and forced myself to focus. Right. Teaching. Not thinking about how beautiful she looked. Not thinking about kissing her. Not thinking about carrying her back to my room. Teaching. “First,” I began, clearing my throat, “you need the basics. It's not just about bows, arrows, daggers, and swords. You need to build strength.” “Are you saying I'm weak?”