The Piano Teacher Novels & Stories

Everyone's eyes fell on her, waiting quietly for her to continue. She suddenly lifted her head and looked at Andrew, her amber eyes full of light. “My teacher was once the most outstanding and talented pianist in our country, but because of an accident…" At this point, she gently sniffled, "I know that the teacher's greatest wish is to stand at the peak of the piano world. He was so talented and ambitious once, but now, I distinctly feel there aren't many people who remember him."

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

It's true, only 1 minute late but already punished that severely. "Crazy, right? Tsk, he deserves the nickname damn teacher." Don't be surprised why Mr. Arka gave Naya additional punishment, it was because the man wanted to be near Naya longer, especially when he saw the girl's appearance. Tsk, he's a perverted teacher, but don't think that he's perverted to everyone. That only applies to 1 of his favorite students, namely Naya. ::: "Come on Arka, focus! You have to focus."

We sat together and ate like the somewhat functional, yet dysfunctional, family who we have become. The brothers cleared the table and Cassius offered me his hand. “Come with me. I want to teach you something that I love.” I took his hand as I wondered what he wanted to show me. We walked through the palace into the conservatory. I had only ever been in this room to dust, back before I became their Royal Consegire. He led us over to a huge, black grand piano. Cassius pulled out the bench and urged me to sit. He then slid in beside me and lifted the cover to reveal a beautiful keyboard. He kisses my cheek before he strokes the keys. Soon he begins playing a classical piece. It is La Campanell

His PR team is in for it if they don’t sort this nightmare out by tomorrow latest. Taking off my silk gloves, I head to the piano room to check on Lois and Lucinda, our five-year-old twins. They should be in their lesson right now. I open the door to find both seated at the piano, reading over some music sheets, their teacher Mr. Roc standing in front of them. “Good evening, Mrs. Clark.” “Good evening, Mr. Roc. How were their lessons today?” “They were excellent, ma’am. I introduced a new piece from a composer called Schumann, and they have almost mastered it already. Extraordinary feat for five-year-olds.”

Chelsea honestly confessed her limited piano skills to her boss, "I can only show off once. If I play it again, people will start to suspect. So, Mr. Fenton, when you arrange work for me, please never ask me to play the piano in public." Jayden... He furrowed his brows, "Didn't the Ingersoll family hire a piano teacher for you?" "Yes," said Chelsea, taking advantage of her assistant's absence, she took another pork floss bun for herself, "But I'm not consistent in learning. I study very hard when I'm interested, but my interest doesn't last long." No matter what skill it was, it was useless for the teacher to only teach, it all depended on daily practicing of the student.

"If you like it, I can teach you how to play that piece." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know I play piano?" He smiled faintly, his gaze lingering on my hands. "Someone who truly understands music—someone who listens the way you just did—and with fingers that slender and elegant? You definitely play." I laughed softly, impressed. "Good eye." The truth was, I did love that piece. And if someone was willing to teach me, why not accept? I extended my hand. "I'm Aisha Taylor. And you are?"

he said, when she finished the first run-through. She tried not to react to that in any visible way. “Thank you.” “I mean it. It’s not a compliment I give easily.” He looked back at the keys. “And for the performance — you’ll need to use this piano. Same background arrangement, same key. Don’t change anything.” “Okay.” “Your voice does the work. Don’t overthink the production.” She nodded and opened her mouth to respond— The door opened. Their music teacher walked in, looked around, and visibly brightened.

His body rigid, not the kind that makes people think that he is concentrating or putting too much effort but instead just an unmoving and practiced etiquette that professional pianists need to master in order to be truly an expert in their field and play in front of an audience. People afar could be easily fooled into believing that he was just sitting on the stool and not playing the grand piano in front of him at all. His body stiff, a poised statue carved by an equally expert artist. I didn't know if I should consider him a teacher after all that he did to me and Liza. The change in circumstances hardly made him suitable to have such a respectable designation in my eyes and yet here he w

Lyra caressed his hair, giving him good vibes. “I end today’s class here.” She declared. He sighed in relief, sitting comfortably on the chair. “When I heard my family would hire a piano teacher for me,” He said, rubbing his chin with his thumb, turning her attention to him. “I was like, 'She will be a damn experienced teacher,' who will be in her mid-50s and very strict." Damon sighed “Am I looking to you mid 50’s?” She pouted her lips and acted along with him.