Teach Me First Novels & Stories

“Fine. I’ll teach you. But we’re doing this my way. And if we’re doing it, there are rules.” I sat up eagerly. “Rules?” “Yeah. Rule number one: whatever I teach you, you don’t use it unless you’re in real danger. Not to show off. Not to get back at anyone. Not even to make a point. You use it only if it’s absolutely necessary. Understand?” I nodded immediately. “Got it.” “Rule number two,” he continued, his tone serious, “you listen. No arguing, no stubbornness, no trying to prove something. If you want to learn, you follow my instructions.”

“Then I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you how to pleasure me.” It was so easy to read the satisfaction on his face, in his eyes, the knowledge that he’ll be my first meant something to him. If he only knew, how many firsts he’d get if I didn’t get out of this situation. Do you really want to? Imagine him being your first!

It was a packed three weeks with me trying to cover as much information as possible in a very short amount of time. “We’re here,” I said, using my cursor to highlight day one. “Because we’re short on time, I’m not going to do the usual first day expectations. This is a class. You are expected to show up, be present, don’t interrupt me, and do the homework. Period. It isn’t hard. I’m a very easy-going lady and you might find you actually like what you’re about to learn.” I leaned against the front of my desk, still holding my tablet and switching to the introduction page I always used. It was bulleted points that made teaching the information easy and I found it helped the students digest the

The man raises his hands to signal silence. “I’m Coach White,” he says. “I’ll be teaching you the basics of combat then deciding your placement. There are three classes. The first is basics for those who just need the bare minimum. The second is for those slightly advance. The last is for those that I see with the prospect to become a warrior.”

It was there in the bathing pools where Michael taught me how to raise my wings off the floor, so they didn't drag. I learned how to open and close the wings and how to prepare for take-off. He gave me the basic knowledge of how to work my wings. All I had to do was apply it in real life. When he felt confident that I could keep my wings raised off the ground without tiring. Michael stood in front of me and placed his hands on my waist. We took off into the air. “Spread your wings, I’m going to let go.” I did as he instructed, he let go, and I dived down towards the ground. I struggled to use the new muscles in my back attached to my wings and forced the primary and secondary into the correc

A young woman stood in front of a semicircle of children, phonetic flashcards behind her. Elira leaned forward as the teacher spoke slowly. "We learn sound before shape. You say it first, then look at it." Caelan whispered beside her, "That's how my mother taught me—by voice before form." "Because the world comes in sound before making meaning." Learning doesn't always start with understanding. Sometimes it starts with the courage to allow something new to take its first step in rhythm first. --- 11:04 AM — Supply Relay, Intake Checkpoint A

"That's not important now, but I did it and I used to have a lot of fun just bad mouthing people with sign." The corner of his mouth twitched, and my chest did a weird flip. I grinned. "So, I’m gonna teach you." His brow furrowed. "Why?" I tilted my head, studying him. He wasn’t asking out of curiosity. It was more like he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone would just... do something like this for him. "Because knowledge is power," I said, lifting my hands, fingers loose and ready. "And I’m gonna make sure your first lesson is nothing but insults."

THE FIRST LESSON Maya's eyes locked onto Raven's, a sense of determination burning within her. "Teach me," she said, her voice firm. Raven smiled, a hint of approval in her eyes. "Very well," she said. "But first, you need to understand the basics of your abilities." Maya nodded, her mind racing with questions. Raven began to explain the fundamentals of energy manipulation, and Maya listened intently. She was a quick learner, and soon she was practicing simple exercises to control her powers.

She sits with a flourish in the front row. Ben clears his throat. “Uh, hi. This’ll be the first class I’ve actually taught, if you can use that word, so take pity on me.” The kid in front of me snickers. I can barely hear it over my heartbeat. Not Ryan. Not Ryan. Not Ryan. “For starters, as good as editing software and rules of composition are, nothing teaches faster than experience. You guys need to get out there and actually take the pictures you’ve been learning about!” He laughs awkwardly.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.