Creepy Teacher Novels & Stories

I'm not sure why the powerful Lycan Prince has descended to the level of a common teacher here, and the only reason that kept popping into my head was so annoying and irritating that I forced myself not to believe it. For real, it can't and shouldn't be possible that Dracula became a teacher just to meet Ella again. Fuck that useless speculation. We finally got to the staff room where he was, and you won't believe Ella had cheesy smiles on her face. She just saw "History Teacher" written at the top of the door. "You were really taking me to my mate." She crooned in happiness, and I gave her a death glare.

"The teacher thought it was strange but not alarming. She assumed it was just another pack member being nosy." "Description of the woman?" Zeke's voice had gone cold. "Mid thirties, dark hair, average height. The teacher said she seemed professional, well dressed. She claimed to be doing a survey for the pack school system." I exchanged a glance with Zeke. Seacreek didn't have a pack school system. It was too small. Everyone knew everyone. "The teacher realize it was suspicious afterward?" I asked. "Not until we started asking questions." Ryder looked grim. "By then it was too late."

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

His sly smile, shows all the true face. " Help, the teacher is chasing me!" I approach close to her and imperceptibly put my hand on her waist, while politely answering Vasily Ignatyevich. "Don't worry, I'll deal with the naughty girl!" " I do not doubt your teaching experience!" he didn't have a long discussion with me. " Just make a noise, you incompetent, i will arrange such a group sex for you with my own hands, you will cry for a week!" i threatened her by grabbing her hair.

His legs were trembling, and he felt maybe he was going to loose his balance anytime soon. The Senior worker also stepped back away from Camela in nothing but fear. It was even worse when he saw her eyes flickered into a golden color for a brief moment. Just who the hell was this woman?! Now, he was sure she was possessed! He snorted and instantly felt like crying out loud! Am I going to die? He inquired inwardly, and the thought frightened him more. And immediately, he felt something wet under his pant. There were few people around, but they mostly minded their business and focused on their work.

I said but nodded none the less and left the gym with him. We both made a run for it but the regret set in once we passed by the first class. There, on top of the teacher’s desk sat an old hag with Mr. Fulkner standing between her legs while they both sucked faces. His hands were under her skirt and she was moaning. What I want to know is why is he using both hands? Is her sh!t that loose? Ew...that is nasty. Kyle made a sound in disgust. “At least he still has game?” Kyle asked

whispers the teacher in horror. I think she is in serious trouble with Helmut.

Sabrina wasn’t worth the trouble. As if on cue, the teacher entered the room. She had dark, straight hair that fell past her shoulders and glasses that seemed too big for her small, round face. Despite her mild appearance, there was a sharpness to her eyes that suggested she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. “Good morning, ladies,” she said, her voice calm but authoritative. “I am Krystal Gentle, but you may call me Ms. Gentle.” The room fell silent as everyone took in her presence. There was something about her that commanded respect, and I could tell this wasn’t going to be an easy class.

Me: I'll do my best to cope TeacherPet: ok TeacherPet: so I totally curl up my toes TeacherPet: I know its cliche but I do TeacherPet: also, I get kind of lightheaded TeacherPet: like dizzy Me: during or after? TeacherPet: during Me: interesting TeacherPet: ya well TeacherPet: it's like stronger the better the orgasm TeacherPet: soo I was kinda dizzy the other week Me: really? TeacherPet: yeah.. Me: hmm… sorry? TeacherPet: ha