Novel & Cerita Books About Teacher Student Relationship

I looked from the closed door back to Alexander, then let a small smile tug at my lips. “Your lover left,” I said lightly. “Aren’t you going after her?” Alexander turned his head and looked at me. “Are you jealous?” I didn’t answer. There was no point. He studied me for another moment, then said, calm and flat, “Julian is not my lover.” I raised a brow but still said nothing. He leaned back slightly, one hand resting against the arm of the chair, his expression returning to that cool, measured look of his. “Our relationship is like that of a teacher and student. Don’t overthink it, and don’t start imagining things that aren’t there.”

"I've come to care for you as a friend. I only wish to see you succeed, and support you in any way that I can." I look at Armitage carefully. I can remember thinking of certain teachers in the past, how inappropriate it seemed to develop even platonic relationships with students. Teachers who thought of their pupils as friends had always rubbed me the wrong way. But Armitage isn't a teacher, and there is no need to remind myself of my relationship with Professor Harlan.

The idea of having an affair with your principal is completely unacceptable. We ought to share the professional relationship of a teacher and a student even if I was no longer a minor, but we have just tarnished the foundation and the sincerity of this relationship. Even though I recognise that I made a mistake, I still don't want to quit doing it—because some mistakes are just meant to be. My heart almost stopped pounding as my senses were on the verge of disintegrating when we heard a knock at the door. I started to choke as my air became lodged in my throat. A feeling that I was being restrained to do something I like.

I should have done anything except stand there frozen listening to a nineteen year old girl describe the shape of our relationship like she had been reading from a manual. "Thank you Miss Voss," I said. "Anyone else?" The discussion continued. Students debated. I steered the conversation and asked the right questions. I did all the things a good teacher was supposed to do. But my mind was elsewhere. That is not love. That is control. She was not talking about Rochester. The bell rang after the end of the period. Students packed their bags and shoved books into backpacks. They filed out into the hallway yet Bonnie lingered. She pretended to organize her things. She waited until the room was e

When I wanted to eat, I would go to the homeroom's homeroom and get them. "The relationship between the university's form teacher and the students is very ordinary. They might not even know all the students in the class. How did you hook up with them?" William Brich laughed. "Her charm is too strong. There's nothing we can do about it." Elisa White said confidently, "Our class's teacher was only 27 at the time, so the generation gap is not that big. However, it is not because of my age that I am familiar with him. It is because I often play football with him. "

he turned away. Turning back to face him, I questioned, "Why are you treating me like this?" Tears began to well up in my eyes. "I am not doing anything to you, Ms. Murphy. As your teacher, it is my responsibility to guide you or help you whenever you need it, and you are my student. It is important for you to learn to respect your teacher. Maybe you may have a different perspective on our relationship. But you must understand that it is purely professional and nothing more. Now, please stop bothering me." He raised his voice and walked away angrily toward the camp.

You can do better, dude ! Way to go man ! Ughh. I hate this student - teacher relationship. He always makes me feel like a stuttering fool in class as opposed to anywhere else where I have complete control. “Good boy,” Kai smirked and his smirk made me feel that I was in for a ride with Mr Mischievous Professor. Kai leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t make a sound or I swear you will regret it back at our dorm after I fail you in my subject,” he warned before acting like a fucking tease.

“this still constitutes a grave breach of professional ethics, the school’s code of conduct, TRCN guidelines, and basic safeguarding principles. A teacher engaging in sexual relationships with students even consenting adults while holding any position of authority creates an irreconcilable power imbalance. It undermines trust in the entire institution. It exposes the school to ongoing reputational damage, legal liability, and parental distrust.” The lawyer-board member slid a single sheet of paper across the table toward her. “Recommendation: immediate and permanent termination of employment. No severance beyond statutory entitlements. No reference letter. No right of appeal within the schoo

"I believe work and relationships are not an either-or. Throughout history, many scientists have managed to have both." Jennifer felt cornered by his persistence. She knew Nathan's feelings for her but chose to ignore the issue. Under Nathan's questioning, she said dejectedly, "Dr. Lowe, I've never considered having any relationship with you other than that of a teacher and their student. I've always respected you. I don't know what it would be like if we became a couple."

"I can't think of any other alternative. Even though truthfully it makes me kind of uncomfortable going to your house. But then again, I think we are beyond the point now that it shouldn't even matter." "Are you concerned about me being your professor?" Duh. Earth to Belikov. "Obviously. Pretty sure a student teacher relationship is highly forbidden." I tell him. "Brenna, Brenna, Brenna...you are in college now and a full grown woman. It is certainly not forbidden. It may be frowned upon, but there is no rule against it. Although I will say I do love hearing you acknowledging this as a relationship. To think you were hardly able to look at me last night. Just imagine what tomorrow might brin