Creepy Teacher Novels & Stories

Justin says, he's my number one bully, he's a vampire and a dom, and I hate him. "It's Rosabelle," I answer him with a growl, I don't like it when he messes my name up. "Yes, yes, it means pretty slave, doesn't it? My little slave, just like your mama?" He says making me growl again. "Class attention," a teacher calls coming in, I turned to her, seeing a teacher I don't recognize, she have blond hair, bluest eyes ever, she's as tall as daddy, her gaze went through the class until her eyes landed on me, only then she smiled, a scary smile, but she's a teacher, I'm safe around teachers.

No one knew that he was killed by the Lycan King, the King of supernatural himself with his bare hands. "Everyone get inside the class, Miss Cooper is coming into the class." One of the student yelled, informing everyone that their professor was coming. Everyone took their seat and sat down. Miss Cooper entered inside the class. She was in her late thirties and was unmarried. Her hairs were blonde and she had warm brown eyes. She teaches everyone literature and is a good teacher. "Good morning everyone." She greeted and the students responded back too. "Most of you might be aware that we have lost one of our brilliant professor last night. It is a news which has shocked us to core." She said

"Yeah. Teacher Anne is really pitiful. The police had arrived and they were now securing the place. Students and even some teachers are not allowed to walk near the area. I believe after another ten minutes or so, the school will dismiss the students, aside from those at the scene when she was discovered." Agatha looked around and saw that on every messy table of the canteen, students were also busy gossiping about the matter and sympathizing with the dead teacher. Teacher Anne was actually a very popular teacher in the school because she was both competent and beautiful. Countless male students dreamt of having a forbidden teacher-student relationship with her. Even girls liked her because

'thing'. Is this woman really a teacher? That is the thought that lingers in my head. "Hide it... well." She whispered in my ears seductively as she left her place to accommodate the inquiry of the other students whilst I continued finishing my cupcake. The teacher in-charge is young looking. She has the curves in the right places along with her pretty face. But who would have thought such a pervert-y woman would become a teacher of such a prestigious school. The other students finally left as the three of us started to prepare for our departure when the teacher— Ms. Ross— interrupted us with a smile.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that bad boy side of him. "What did you do know?" I asked, taking a seat on the same row but three desks away from him. I didn't want to be too close to him. I might do something insanely stupid. "Teachers are just idiots. They take everything way to seriously." He ignored my question, but gave me a hint that it was a negative attitude with a teacher. "Tell me about it." I muttered with an eye roll. "Tyler Evans." An old small teacher came walking in the classroom. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" She shook her head disapprovingly but still had a smile on her face.

Elaine asks her sharply. "Mama, the woman in the classroom with the raised feet off the ground is a ghost of my teacher who was having a heart attack just before Alona noticed me and told me about the tragedy. Fortunately, Papa isn't flaunting himself in front of me just yet. Does that imply my teacher died and he is also surviving?“ Feeling foolish, Ericka spoke with a lot of uncertainty and a terrible imagination. "Mama, my third eye for a ghost is already activating," she continued."

That night, I lay in bed with my laptop, scrolling through movies until I stumbled on one titled ' Dirty Desires'. A male teacher. His male student. The tension was insane. I clicked on it and the movie was going normal and funny, the new teacher having troubles with the popular delinquent. Then things got heated. The scene showed the teacher grabbing the student by his neck and inhaling his scent. Then the teacher bent the student over, removed his tie and tied it around the guy's neck, pulling his trousers down and slamming is unusual huge cock into his ass, while pulling at the tie.

“Twenty years ago, there was this female teacher who dated one of her students. When the school found out about it, the boy refused to admit it because he didn’t want to ruin his future, he ended up claiming that it was the teacher who seduced him. Time were harsher back then, and the teacher could no longer withstand the ridicule she faced from people around her. On one particularly windy midnight, she dressed herself in red and hung herself inside the office at precisely midnight. “They say that if someone wears red and hangs themselves at midnight, the person will turn into an evil spirit. That’s how the teacher turned into an evil spirit after she died and began haunting the students eve

Acry complained. “Why didn’t you try to say it to your subject adviser?” Kyle asks him. “I tried but she ignored me! Dang it!” Acry said. “Who is your teacher?” I ask. “Mrs. Terazon.” Acry said that made me gulp. “That a terror one, but she is good sometimes.” Chaos said. “Yeah, I want to talk to her. She literally looked at me from head to toe.” I added. “Ughhh! I want to f*cking the neck of both of you!” Acry said to Fritz and Seth who were pressing their lips together and just accepting what Acry is saying to them.

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.