Blackmail Teacher Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But only because I’m not attractive enough to make decent money. Trust me, if I could make money selling pictures, I’d be at home writing—” She trailed off, realising she was about to give herself away. Her brows creased into a frown as she wondered what had possessed her to give away personal details to a student. ‘Am I losing my mind?’ "I'm wondering what other type of account would make you turn so pale and call Adrian back after class," Damien said. When Emily decided to ignore the question, he went on, "Did he blackmail you? What did he ask for?" With a sigh, Emily continued marking the papers, trying her best not to let him get under her skin. Damien was famous in the staffroom for hi

I nodded my head at him, “yes, at first, I thought you were a male model.” “That is what they always asked about me,” he smiled wide and that was so genuine, I can see the dimples from one side of his cheeks. It made him look more handsome in my eyes. “But to continue with the topic, the ways that I chose to save my grades are only a brick that burdens my life. Because I encountered one Professor of mine that blackmailed me. And so, I continue to be her boy toy up until I graduated, I know it is weird but I am just grateful that she died because that way, she stopped bugging the sh*t out of me.”

The blackmail message burned in my mind the entire next day. Cumslut Queen. They knew. Somehow, these six devils had uncovered my past or simply recognized the eager whore beneath my teacher facade. I spent hours in my tiny apartment, pacing, fingering my still-sore pussy to the memory of their cum coating me, then hating myself for it. My job, my fresh start—everything hung by a thread. I had to end this tonight. After class, I'd confront them, delete the videos, and walk away forever.

“So?” Realizing she was going to be a tough cookie to crack, I had decided to play it straight. “Look, I’m just going to level with you, okay. She’s blackmailing me for an interview in her paper, claiming I’m this Black Crimson guy. And if I don’t give her what she wants, she says she’s going to write the article anyway. And I just can’t let her do that, so I need your help.” After a moment of thought, she said, “Well, are you the Black Crimson?”

He got your number from the principal and I blackmailed him and got it from him' he said and I was shocked. 'You blackmailed him? That's impossible' I said through confusion because there was no way he'd listen to David. 'Trust me, Buttercup. I have something to blackmail him, maybe at least for now' He said confusing me more. 'Fine, Biggy. Good morning, now tell me what's important that you're calling me again and again and I know that you know that I'm in the class?' I asked him and he made a 'oh' sound.

Say yes. ''Who are you texting?'' Kenna asked me, standing right behind me. I quickly locked my phone and threw it back in my bag. ''Nobody.'' Was my answer, that she was never gonna believe. I turned around to face her and found her staring at me with raised eyebrows. ''What's going on?'' She asked me with a serious tone. I looked at her, not knowing what to say. ''You're not texting... a teacher, right?'' She softly asked. My eyes widened. ''C'mon Tris, I saw you guys at the club. He was all over you. Did you guys have sex?'' She asked. ''No! We did not. I promise.'' I replied. She looked at me like she didn't believe me. ''Did you kiss then?'' She asked me while we heard the whistle outsi

her answer is slow, flat but her eyes looked curtly at Alex. “It's fine… if the money used is not the result of corruption… if he is corrupt and gives the money or part of the money to someone else… for any reason, let alone a large amount, it can go into the money laundry. Criminal." Alex said firmly. While Alicia looked down, one she couldn't stand to see the face of the woman in front of her, and secondly because her eyes are already watery…she is in shock, sad to hear her uncle playing obscenely with another woman.

I then took him by the shoulders and kneed his groin twice before forcing him to his knees. I took his arms, twisting them behind him and lowered them to the ground then stepped on his wrists. He groaned in pain, trying to free his wrists but that only provoked me to step on further. I panted unladylike, my hands finding his sweaty neck. "Try fighting and I break your neck together with your ego." I snarled. "You're good." "I learn from the best." I said with absolute verity. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be the bully I was. The student always reflects the teacher. I wasn't proud to call him my teacher but I was proud to be stepping on him. Literally.

I wanted to save her from malfunctioning in front of everyone. She stood up straight, turned her back which was now facing me. She held her hair and slid them in front exhibiting her back “zip it please” she instructed. I wasn’t expecting this from her, but the scenario was different so I physically contacted her zip and pulled it up. She made a moaning sound and I immediately abstracted my hand. Her reaction had left me confused, she turned towards me and there was a mysterious smile on her face. She whispered in my ear “your touch is making me go crazy” her tone was more seductive.

“Now, now don’t you cry, my love. I haven’t even done anything to you. I promise, I haven’t, yet...” “There’s a lot I would do to make sure you’re mine. A lot of really bad things, Scarlett. I was going to use fear to keep you in check...” He shrugged, “Effective, but only for how long? But you’ve provided me a worthy weapon in my arsenal. BLACKMAIL...” He spelled out the words and grinned widely, “So, really, it’s very simple. If you do anything stupid, anything at all. I’ll be leaking your little secret to the whole world, and I mean everything. Where you live, where Levi schools, you’re going to truly understand harassment on a large scale.”