The Piano Teacher Novels & Stories

Lola asked. “Jacob Becalis” he replied and Lola ticked his name on the list before looking up. “I’m Lola Damien your teacher” she introduced herself. “Um! Ma’am can I please call you Miss. Lola and not ma’am it feels strange considering the fact that I should be older than you “Ok’ Lola said “So how well can you play the piano?” she asked and Jacob looked at her awkwardly. Lola’s lips formed an ‘O’ as she realized he couldn’t play at all.

Chantal answered before she looked at Flora who was looking at the door. " What is it, honey?" She sweetly asks as she looks at the door. And she saw a kid peeking at them. " Maxine " IT'S A GLOOMY DARK AFTERNOON and the sound of music coming from the piano was echoing in the whole ground floor of the mansion. " Bravo… Bravo… You are really talented Ms. Maxine!" Professor Rheylan said while clapping his hands. Maxine gently nodded her head as she looked at her Teacher.

Shaking my head, I continued to walk and pushed the ajar door. Two persons were sitting on the piano bench, but only a pair of hands touched the keyboard. The teacher was only listening, swaying her head at the sound, and watching her student’s fingers on the keyboard as she played Chopin’s Nocturne. I leaned on the wall, closing my eyes as I listened to the relaxing sound of the piano. “Good job, Sienna,” she smiled, standing up, but the charming smile on her lips disappeared when she noticed me. “Oh!” Sienna exclaimed, looking at her teacher and then at me. She leaned her head to her. “Your boyfriend’s so handsome, Ms. Lexa,” she murmured.

The session ended and the young lady waved at me and left. My second student was the bubbly heiress named Nikki. I enjoyed her cheerful attitude. “I love your outfit, Mrs. Peterson. I feel so blessed to get to work with someone else that knows the piano. It’s hard to find others that want to teach music. Thank you so much!” she squealed at me.

He mumbled, placing a folded sheet of paper in my palms. "What am I to do with it sir?" "It's to tell you which teacher has been assigned to you during the course of this programme." "Can I open it?" I enquired impatiently. "Of course, you can." There was only one name on my lips, as I unfolded the paper. Miss Ellen. I badly wanted it to be her, but life had to disappoint again. My fingers trembled as I opened the paper, and stared confusedly at it. This wasn't Ellen, instead it read 'Principal Walter'.

He liked to listen to her and paid attention to everything she said. Cloe could tell that his eyes lit up when she talked about her piano lessons, her passion for playing. Apart from her parents and Professor Oscar, her piano teacher, only Tulio liked to listen to her talk about piano. He even asked her about her lessons, clearly interested, and this motivated her to talk more and more about her passion for music, her passion for the piano.

A bright smile adorned Mia's face. "Great! I would like to try!" After all, she didn't have to worry about money anymore now. Besides, not being able to learn piano when she was young due to lack of money had always been a bitter regret. She would like to take the chance to make up for it. Patricia turned into a happy bunny at the news. "You should definitely go for it, Mia. Claude is a piano teacher. He can teach you."

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

He ordered: “Tell me about the teachers who have taught me. I want to know more about them.” Reed Jace bowed respectfully and began: “Fourth prince, your music teacher is Raphael Gray. He is known as the ‘Immortal Musician’ because of his exceptional talent. His music can captivate people and even move nature.” Leo Grant continued: “Your chess teacher is Samuel Brooke, a renowned master with the title ‘Chess King.’ He has defeated numerous chess players from neighboring countries. Each of his games is a work of art.”

Grumpy: Not even pages 75 to 105? -Norali: Not that I can remember. -Mr. Grumpy: You have bad memory. And bad eyes, apparently. I try not to turn around and scowl at my teacher. -Norali: No, I have a bad teacher. -Mr. Grumpy: I'll show you a bad teacher. Shit. I take a sip of my coffee, still staring down at my lap. A lump forms in my throat. -Mr. Grumpy: Don't forget my book on Monday. And do your homework.