The Piano Teacher Novels & Stories

Dylan’s POV My fingers ache like hell, and I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake buying that grand piano. I didn’t think playing a few chords would feel like my hands went through a damn meat grinder. My new teacher’s been ruthless too—turns out, just because you’re paying someone doesn’t mean they’ll go easy on you. “Your hands are too stiff,” he kept saying, smacking my knuckles lightly with a pencil like I was some lazy student. “Loosen up, or you’ll never get the right sound.”

Whatever she said had the old maestro roaring with laughter. All three stopped short, exchanging startled glances. Maestro Warner was famously strict and austere. They rarely saw him smile, let alone laugh so openly. Aside from Maestro Warner and Kelly, another student was also present—Niel Albero. Around thirty, a native of the country Rentresca, he specialized in piano and had earned renown as a formidable pianist. At this moment, his gaze lingered on Kelly with undisguised fondness as he smiled at the lively exchange between her and their teacher.

I'll take this as far as it needs to go, even to court if I have to. My colleague's eyes went wide for a second, like he was trying not to crack up. I just stared back, cool as you please. "Come on, you're a professional. Making a scene like this; Isn't it a bit beneath you?" Yale's eyes darted around, his resolve flickering. "It's for my boy! It's worth any price!" I remembered back in middle school when my teacher thought I was dating too young and demanded my parents come in. However, neither my dad nor my mom wanted to face the music, too embarrassed.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

Alina’s pov “Mom, I already told you I don’t need another piano teacher,” I said as she pulled into the driveway of the big brick house. “Mrs. Keller was fine.” She put the car in park and looked at me. “Mrs. Keller retired. This one is better. Strict. You’ll actually get better. Now go. I’ll wait.” I grabbed my music and got out. The side door marked Studio was open. A man stood there, tall, dark hair going gray at the sides, wiping his hands on a cloth. He looked me over once and smiled.

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

She made a mental note in her mind that she would be asking Han Yuren to about it. After having his full of refreshments and taking some good amount of rest teacher Ji left the Han Mansion along with his assistant. Teacher Ji's assistant was called as assistant Zhang. Assistant Zhang opened the car door while waiting for teacher Ji to get in when Ji Xiaochen stood at the door and turned his head back to look at the Han mansion making assistance and wonder, “did you like the student professor?” Assistant Zhang was one of the students personally taught by teacher Ji and was well renowned in the world of piano and musical instruments.

" And this is our teacher Peter Alexandrovich, he is the best in his business! And today he will present you his unique method, which he has been practicing with his students for the third year!" I even got a second wind, he's so cute, if these people knew that he is still the devil. They open their diaries, and look at the computer screen, while I turned on the necessary prepared video. I turned pale with shame. On the record there are intimate relationship. "What is it?" One of the representatives of the Commission stands up and takes off his glasses. I try to explain everything, but they don't want to listen, they just insult me. "Please note, we will complain!"

she heard Chase's voice and turned around to see him running towards her with a smile. "So, Hazel when will you lend me your notes to me? I really want it right now." he asked. "Umm, I don't have it right now! It's in my flat. Your room is near my Flat too. So, why don't you join me now! I will lend you my notes." Hazel advised cancelling her thoughts of meeting Mia and Chase showed his bunny smile in agreement with her advice. "You know what! Hazel! There's something weird about our new piano teacher." Chase said as they kept walking to Hazel's flat.

"You're not going to play hard to get now, are you? Why would the Princi bother about what the urges of two students?" "One student and a teacher." I removed her hands easily as she stood gaping at me. "My name is Ethan Whitmore and I'm the new chemistry teacher. Now, if you do not want to be suspended from school, you will get out of this room immediately." Her shock turned to anger as she stepped back hastily and picked up her bag. "How dare you!" He screeched. "You're going to regret this, Mark my words." With that, she flung the door open and stomped out of the class.