Teacher Novels & Stories

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for b

The coordinator then cleared his throat and looked to the rest of the class. “Hello guys, my name is Damon Hayes, you can call me Mr. Hayes. I'm the new school coordinator and I don't take any shit. If you are trouble, you can say goodbye to this school. If you have any personal problems, talk to your mentor. For class 2c, this will be Ms Melissa here and for class 2d, it will be Mr. Jackson. If you have any problems with the lessons, teachers or the school, you can talk to me. My office is on the top floor, room 1260.” Mr Hayes finished his little speech and I heard an almost old accent in his deep voice. He looked at all the students and when his gaze linger

I twist the stalker around and pin him against a wall "Who are you?" I spit with a growl, he says nothing What do you want?" I growl again, still, he says nothing "Fine, I have no use for you, so ill just kill you and be on my way" "Wait!!!! he quickly says I just stare at him waiting for him to continue "My names Mathew" "And you were following us because?" I ask with raised eyebrows "Well because my boss wanted to know who you are, he sensed you at the explosion site earlier"

It covers algebra, functions and more. Prof. Jean Jackobo is not just a professor but a doctor and a master's degree. He who wore a calm look and a poker face. But that face can kill. He is known as the "Terror" among teachers in their department. He is called like that because he CAN'T help himself but give students a failing grade. [5.0]

Mika added. “You mentioned that when you arrived at the academy, there were two teacher’s with the principal,do you know their names or could you possibly describe them?” Andries took a long sip of water. “i cant realy recall them,but oh wait now I remember. The shorter,wrinklier one was Mr Koekemoer, the Mathematics teacher, the taller,massive shouldered one was Mr Gumede,the rugby coach.” “did they say anything?” Andries chuckled angrily.

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Victor told him, extending his hand towards him. “You are?” Alan asked. “Ah, pardon my rudeness. I’m Victor Adams of Adams Inc.” he told him. Alan nodded his head but didn’t shake his hand. He looked at the principal. “Which teacher are you firing?” Alan asked him. “The Maths teacher, Mr. King.” Mr. Kyle told him. Alan looked at him, displeased. “You should be firing everyone except the Maths teacher. He’s the only decent one around here.” Alan told him. All three of them looked at him, stunned.

The staff room buzzes with the usual midday chatter, a mix of exhaustion and relief as the lunch bell echoes through the halls. Ms. Elena Ramirez sits at the long table, grading papers with a red pen, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, glasses perched on her nose. She’s the new English teacher, mid-thirties, curvy in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt that hugs her hips just right. Around her, the others unwind—Mr. Davis, the burly history teacher, laughs too loud at a joke from Ms. Thompson, the art instructor who’s always got paint smudges on her sleeves.

He's a blond with slightly curled hair that's about his neck length, and he's wearing a lazy smile on his face. She clears her throat. "Ok class, sorry I'm a little late again." Mrs Smith said smiling. The class laughs at that and she joins too. Mrs Smith is my least worst teacher in this hellhole. She teaches English grammar. She's in her sixties, kind, sweet, and kind of motherly. I guess that's why she handles us well. "Ok ok, that's enough. As you can see I didn't come in alone, this" she gestures to the guy, "is Cole Danvers. Cole why don't you tell the class something about yourself." She smiles

Intro: Hannah is obsessed with her hot math professor! Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it. Hope you enjoy.... Hannah's P.O.V . My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.