Angélica Teach Novels & Stories

A teacher came in with a big empty box in her arms, and she was walking blindly inside the room. “Oh!” I muttered, walking toward the woman and taking the box from her. “Oh…” I mumbled again when I recognized the teacher. For a second, our eyes locked, then she cleared her throat, smiling at me. “Hi, Frank!” she greeted, but it was a brief encounter. She turned her back on me to put the paper bags on the box. “Frank,” called Angela, and when I turned to her, she gestured her hand, pointing her index finger at Lexa. “Help her,” she mouthed as she took a pen to write something about what the caller must be dictating.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

- "My father told me that you started your education a year earlier than the norm, and that you had the famous Angela Green as your tutor! That's just amazing! How are her teachings going?" - "Most of my lessons take place in our castle library, or like last week, Angela took me to the library at the Peak to study Milton Barr's book "The Betrayal of the Ocean". However, it's not just Angela, her assistant is also there. His name is Keith Woolahan. He is in charge of my math, science, history and geography studies. Angela, on the other hand, teaches me philosophy, writing and reading and all that goes with it: spelling and grammar and finally, etiquette and art. I really enjoy learning with t

Camila asked as she was still not following the conversation "Make this your bible and read it," Mrs Garcia toss a pocket-size book to her. Camila looked at the book which was a small notebook. She opened the first page and saw a table of words and their meaning. She looked at her mother "Yes, you will need that for public gathering," Mrs Garcia said and she looked into the book and saw the word 'my heart' and scuffed "She was talking about her husband. Okay what does the word 'surgeries' mean?" she thought as she went through the list of words

"There." The teacher's hands returned to their former places. "Ready?" "As I'm gonna be," the girl muttered, but her eyes closed, and the caresses began. And then, Candace Salata... taught. Her hands and digits everywhere and lingering and moving on to everywhere else all at once. Abbie's shoulders, her arms, her fingers. Along her ribs. Higher, near the sides of her breasts. The back. Lower, near the swell of her buttocks. Lower.

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

Second, this blonde beauty was the last person I wanted sitting very close to me in a very empty house. Where was Elva?! Angelina nodded vigorously. "That's very good, then. There is a teacher whom I would like to tell you about. My Math teacher, actually. Insufferable man...." Nothing could be more insufferable than having this girl talking my ear off. However, I stayed silent as I led the way to the dining table, where my laptop was still open. I resumed my seat on the chair, closed off my laptop and turned to her. "Go on, then. Tell me about this Maths teacher."

They are cheerleaders in their school and are also a famous dancing crew, but not as prominent as the JKINGS. "I still doubt that this sneaky little bitchy instructor is truly with Jude," Angelica keeps sneering and at the same time goggling in Jude and Raina's direction. "Look, look…she just got her filthy self into his car! Somebody, please tell me she isn't driving to his home. Are they that close to the extent that she knows the route to the Bellingham manor? Oh, Geez…this is ridiculous" Fina gasped as her over-long eyelashes bathed in rhyme with the way her eyes blinked.