Classroom 666 Novels & Stories

When we entered this classroom Shin immediately locked the door and turned on the light. I looked around. There is no window on the side where the opposite is the hallway, the other side looks like it has a window but it is covered by a very thick curtain that the only light that serves is this light. The two doors at either end automatically need a key card. In the end, there is what looks like a mini-clinic, and there is also a locker there that I just saw, because most of all the classroom—no, all the lockers are there in the locker hallway. And the seats that are over twenty are one seat apart away from each chair and table. The size of this classroom is triple the size compared to the o

Nora said excitedly Zia chuckled "I never saw chairman leaving his room once in a while he checks on class, but that's very rare so seeing him leaving that office for such a tribal thing is -- You are amazing, hahaha ...so what's your classroom number?" Zia saw her form and showed it to her "here it is" Nora pointed "Oh my god! It's class 3A" she shouted

I purely just nod my head while he is talking and I hope he won’t notice it. “What do you think?” “Huh?” I look at Alaric and he seem to notice that I am not listening to him anymore. He chuckles so I kind of force a smile before pushing the button of the elevator. “I said, we can use the stairs since the elevator is been used.” “Ah, alright.” It took us long before we finally arrived at the sixth floor. Students like us are on the way to their own rooms so Alaric and I gradually walks to where our class is.

Evie Hunter returned to her classroom, but as expected it was already empty. Her classmates had already gone to their respective clubs for training. She returned to her seat, thinking of doing a bit of self-study. But when she lifted her desk to access the space inside where she placed her books, she was surprised upon seeing some snacks and candies there. Upon checking further, there were even fidget toys and instant hot bags, the one that turned hot when someone fiddled with the coin inside.

he says, “and you’re going to stare at that chalkboard and cum thinking about every fantasy you had in this room.” His mouth lands on my pussy and I look at the chalkboard – green, still green, someone’s written WELCOME BACK CLASS OF 2006 in white chalk for the reunion – and I cum thinking about tenth grade. About the girl who sat in the third row and wanted so badly it hurt. About her notebook margins filled with his name. About the nights she spent with her hand between her legs imagining exactly this, and how none of her seventeen-year-old fantasies came close to the reality of a forty-year-old man’s tongue on her clit in the classroom where she learned to want him.

“As I’m sure you read in the description, there are seventeen classrooms, five bathrooms…” I tried to block out her constant chatter as we stepped into the front-office suite. There wasn’t any furniture. The built-in desks and bookcases were in tatters. Exposed wires led to where computers, televisions, and other technology had once been. Within one of the bathrooms marked ‘boys,’ the realtor went on about the plumbing. According to her, it was in working order. However, before that could be verified, the city would need to turn on the water. Dante and I exchanged glances at the wall of urinals only inches above the ground. Down one hallway, Rennie opened classroom doors. They were all about

, I said as I closed my locker. The comprehensive chemistry textbook could wait. I needed to get the hell out of there. I pushed my way out of their human cage, heading for chemistry class. “ We're not done yet MI amor”, I heard Zack say. “ Watch out for us fag”, Christian said and yet again, they laughed again, so much like teenage girls that were getting fingered in the pussy. I took the next turn into the classroom area, a huge poster hung on the wall with the inscription ‘ Model High School. We Train Exceptional Model Human Beings’.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

But… maybe not completely heartless. Soon, she reached a large building with clear markings carved above each entrance: Class A Class B Class C Class D “Class A should be for newbies,” she muttered under her breath. Without thinking too much, she hurried inside. The moment she stepped in, the room went quiet. Sharp, assessing eyes snapped toward her. Her heart dropped. Standing inside were six students—all tall, broad, and powerful. Their auras pressed down heavily, making the air feel thick. Some were muscular giants, others lean but clearly dangerous.

Saturday class was a small group that morning. Some days the roster swelled to the point that we had to move to the library to fit everybody. When I had my druthers, though, I kept it in my own classroom. Easier and more comfortable for me to get stuff done in there without having to relocate, and frankly, the books I had on my shelf to keep bored students awake were better than what our librarian kept on stock. Calvin and Hobbes anthologies, Jack Handey's The Stench of Honolulu, or, for kids I trusted better, Gary Brodsky's The Art of Getting Even: The Do-It-Yourself Justice Manual. Some real gems in my collection.