Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

sneered Yovi. "Shut up! Reza, later you wear my school spare pants. It's in my locker" Kevin said with a flat face. Now the three of them were climbing the stairs to their class. Yes, their class is on the top 3rd floor. But in the middle of the stairs, Mr Zayn saw the three of them who had just arrived. Mr Zayn is a killer teacher who is feared by students at Pelita High School. "Our history is over, there is Mr. Zayn!" said Reza in horror.

And so my Sister does very well. However, that's not what catches my attention, but the way she looks at Azerai for the rest of the three-hour class. ** My shoulders hurt when I step into the hot water up to my neck. Arina also complains. Azerai spared us nothing. What was supposed to be an introductory weapons class turned into a physical test of sorts. He only dismissed us after we tested twelve different types of weapons. I suspect it's his way of saying he's not happy being anyone's teacher and if we really want that he'll make us regret it. But that won't happen. As much as we feel pain, we are also satisfied.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

He knew only Igor dared to say something but he had never thought of killing him for his proactive words. "No......." He denied bringing out a cigar to his mouth. "She is too young... Just a teenager......" Igor massaged his temple looking at the documents he had once in his hand while passing the Zippo to lit his cigar. He tried to convince his boss who was in a different world since the girl barged inside his life. "That doesn't change her identity. She is still the Assassin's Daughter."

He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick and messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. RECENTLY ON LUSTBORN: "I'm Professor Ashford. I'll be your substitute Literature teacher today. Professor Ellis is out due to illness." He walked to the board, writing his name in clean sharp strokes: "Professor Vos Ashford" No one noticed Elara's entire b

“Anyone that wishes to challenge one of the reigning assistants must show they have speed, strength, stamina, and agility for the position. Not only must they be able to be taught, but they also need to teach in my absence. Beta’s must show these skills when they are in post and this is what this class offers.” This is a man who takes pride in his work and I bet he has taught for many years. “There are five elements of my assessment process, Miss. Harper. The Assault course. Skill with a weapon. The human fight. The wolf fight. Finally, I need to observe your teaching style.”

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“I heard he’s hot as fuck, tall too,” “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I deadpanned, raising a brow and glancing up to make sure Mr.Witt couldn’t hear us. Mr.Witt was your typical old teacher - evil and rude. Too bad he taught my favorite subject. “That’s not import-” The classroom door opened, flooding the classroom and its covered windowed lighting with the LED’s from the hallway. I felt like a vampire, wanting to hiss at the light. The only good thing about Mr.Witt, he was medically half blind and couldn’t deal with harsh lights.

Gavelle as she moaned, groaned and grunted. Once I felt she'd gotten used to having my shaft in her rear passage, I placed my hands on her hips and pushed my own hips with more energy. The sound of my pelvis slamming against her cushiony ass filled the classroom as she cried out to each thrust. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was, sodomizing my sexy English teacher over her desk during school. Many a man had only dreamed of being in my position. I planned on enjoying it to the fullest. I kept on vigorously plunging my cock inside Mrs. G as I used one hand to gently slap around her ass cheeks.