Tutor Unscramble Novels & Stories

The vibe he exuded felt like an iceberg, it was solitary and incredibly freezing. The dean and Tiffany Lane were beside him, pacing back and forth anxiously. Suddenly, Mark Tremont spoke up. “Southline University’s tutors are pretty ‘unique’.”

“Because I have an idea.” I did not like the sound of that. “I help you get Dante’s attention,” he said. “In return you tutor me in English.” I laughed. “That is ridiculous.” “You need help with Dante and I need help passing.” “It’s not my fault you sleep through lectures.” He smiled. “So you are going to reject his invitation to the party?” My stomach flipped. I hesitated. He watched me. “The deal starts tomorrow.” “I said no.” We had a stare down for a moment before I sighed in defeat.

I stared at Lilian's messages over and over again, rereading every word. Lilian was not the type to say things without a reason. Did that mean there had been something suspicious about my father's accident all those years ago? The more I thought about it, the more pieces seemed to fall into place. At the time, my father had been running the Smith Group. My uncle had been forced to step aside despite his resentment because he simply could not compete with my father. The shareholders trusted my father and had little confidence in my uncle.

He removed a book from the bag and placed it on the table, effectively shutting down the topic. I quietly removed my math text and notebook, along with a pen and pencil. I raised an eyebrow motioning for him to remove a pen or pencil, he scowled but took out a pen only to find it not working. I blew a breath of exasperation and handed over my pen. "So where do we start with?" I asked, trying to make a conversation. He shrugged. "You are the tutor." I sighed. This is going to be long tutoring lesson. - .

“I’m not going to lie, the offer seems good.” “It is.” “And it is away from home. Home is shitty to me.” “Home is shitty too—okay, not shitty but home is home and we all love to get away from home,” Lisa adds. “And Jerome offered to tutor me. I think It will be a good thing for me.” I dive my teeth into the wafer cone, taking my first sweet bite out of it before I continue. “He’s a scriptwriter and that’s the closest thing I’ve gotten to an author. Technically, he is an author, right?” These things confused me.

He explained. "I can't believe you are staying with him just because he's the son of the principal." Carson rolled his eyes. "To be honest I would do the same thing as him but we are enemies and I don't like him." I frowned. The bell rings through the whole campus and we saw student running to their next class. "Let's skip this lesson." Nelson suggested. "Nah it's French and you know what happens with French." I said dramatically and they nodded in comprehension, following me. I just hoped that my next french tutor would be hot as fuck.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Athena was embarrassed at all the things he pointed out, she glanced at him and all his attention was on the slice he was buttering, “you know, it almost sounds like I am taking lectures.” “You are taking lectures,” he said, placing the slice on her plate, he looked at her and their eyes met, “and I am the tutor.”

She couldn’t exactly respond by saying ‘fucking a 19-year-old’. “Tutoring.” “Also boring and not actually social. Okay well Tuesday then? 7pm” “Fine. Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know. Book somewhere. As long as it’s not crap.” “Great. See you on Tuesday at a not-crap-place.”

Class hour begins but her mind is still tethered to the letter. After school, in grades 1-4. Most children in grades 1-4 have already left the classroom. One-two children remain to complete the lesson notes. There are also those who are tidying up things to prepare to go home. There are some children who still feel lingering leisurely conversation in class with friends. There was also Jennie who had just finished reading the contents of a mysterious letter she received from Lea during the break. After reading it she became even more confused. Because even though there is the name of the author of the letter, there is still no clarity about who exactly the letter is addressed to. If it's for