Hot Math Teacher Novels & Stories

When I see someone asking for help in an assignment related to the entrepreneur course on the college forum, I join the group chat using a student account. I even help refine several financial models and market strategies because of my job's nature. Everyone in the group chat is excited, to say the least. Every day, they keep calling me a genius while urging me to improve the details of the whole assignment. Two months later, the assignment's quality is very close to perfection. But the group chat suddenly goes silent. I scroll through the chat history out of curiosity, only to find out that the students have already created another group chat. "That senior isn't an official teammate of ours. Let's not tell her about us using this assignment for an upcoming competition." "Precisely! Our names are the only ones on the list! She'd better not steal the credit during tomorrow's finals!" "With one less person involved, we each get an additional tens of thousands of dollars' worth of rewards!" As I look at the screen, I just let out a soft chuckle. It appears that this isn't an assignment at all. But unfortunately for these students, I happen to be one of the judges sitting at the judging station tomorrow.

Everything I built my life on for four years was a lie. Nathan Cole told his grandmother he was infertile. She begged me on her knees to marry him, and because she was the only family I had left after my parents died, I said yes. I gave up my own engagement for her. I became the devoted wife of a man the whole family pitied. For four years, I believed I couldn't have children. I mourned it quietly, never once making him feel less of a man because of it. I raised the little boy he brought home and told me was an orphan, loving him like he was my own. When Nathan's business "collapsed," I worked myself to exhaustion to hold our household together, feeding his family, carrying a debt that was never really mine. None of it was real. Nathan was never infertile. He just never wanted a family with me — so he made sure I never got pregnant, quietly, through the tea he made me every single night. The son I raised wasn't an orphan either. He was Nathan's, from another woman he didn't want to keep. And the money he claimed was gone had been going somewhere else all along — to a whole other family, three children deep, with a woman he actually loved. The infertility, the bankruptcy, the adoption — none of it was about me. It was all just his way of keeping me close without ever giving me the truth. He always believed I had nowhere else to go. No family, no options, just him. He was wrong. By the time he realized what I'd become, I was already gone — and someone who never lied to me was waiting with a ring.

My twin sister Selena was the most troublesome grad student my fiancé, Professor Adrian Hall, had ever taken on. Skipping class, showing up late, doctoring observation curves. Every time she walked into his lab, the two of them seemed ready to set the whole college on fire. Even I couldn't stand it, and I told Adrian to stop using that tribunal tone with her. But he took off his silver-rimmed glasses and explained to me in a low voice, "Eve, if she keeps drifting like this, sooner or later she'll ruin herself." When he looked at Selena, his gray-blue eyes were as cold as a lake on a winter night. "Have every raw record and review report on my oak desk before eight tomorrow morning. One page short, and you don't set foot in the observation tower for the rest of the month." I felt embarrassed for Selena, and grateful that I'd fallen for the right man. Adrian Hall was the youngest tenured professor at St. George's College. He had the kind of professorial look women fell for most easily. Tall and lean, always in a dark gray cashmere coat, shirt buttoned to the very top, cuffs forever clean and crisp. He could dismantle an entire model in the calmest voice, and he could also hold an umbrella over me on a rainy night, so gentle it made me believe I was the one exception outside his academic world. Until the day we were preparing the wedding invitations. I borrowed his tablet to check the guest list, and my finger accidentally slipped into a document buried under layers of folders. Inside were five hundred and twenty memos, packed one after another. [Punishment No. 519: also the 519th time I lost control. Selena talked back to me again in the seminar today. I kept her in my office and fucked her until three in the morning; by the end she didn't have the strength left to even look up at me.] [Punishment No. 520: She got jealous. She insisted I leave something behind inside Eve's wedding dress, to prove that the white gown meant to symbolize purity could be dirtied by her t

Clairol Tampson is a teacher and a stand-in-second mother for her students in school. She was already contented from her life. A job that meant for her, a peaceful life despite of receiving a hostility from the people whose hated her for no reason. However, her peacful life was ended when she accidentally committed a big mistake that makes everything hard for her. She got a one night stand with a stranger man and got pregnant. Unfortunately, to make it worst. She found out that the man she was spending that hot night was one of her new transfered student's father! Draven Velasquez, a CEO and a single dad. After losing his other half, he didn't believe in love and even marriage again. His daughter was the only fragments left from his late wife. Not until he will met this woman who looks alike to his deceased wife from a strange encounter. He thought his heart will never beat again and fell from one of the cupid's game. But he just found himself, uncontrollably following this stranger woman. What will happen if this two will be tied up from a contractual relationship?

My husband’s friend’s widow uploaded a picture of her pregnancy report. [Thank you for letting me have my own baby.] I responded with a question mark when I saw Jake Green, my husband’s name, in the husband column. Jake immediately called me to yell at me. “She’s a widow and is living alone. All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company and give her life a little more cheer. How could you not show her even this bit of pity? “You know that Henry is my friend. It’s only right for me to take care of his wife after he died! This is called friendship, don’t you understand?!” Soon, Henry’s widow uploaded a photo of a loft apartment. [Thank goodness you’re by my side to let me experience the warmth of a family again.] When I saw Jake busying himself in the kitchen in the photo, I thought it was time to end the marriage.

My student, Renee Blue, comes from a poor family, and her mother suffers from uremia. Out of sympathy, I lent her some money. She promised to pay me back after graduation. However, on graduation day, she handed me an ultrasound and told me, "Your money comes from your husband anyway, right? I’m pregnant with your husband’s baby, so I won’t be paying you back. Also, you should step aside." I was in shock… because my husband had been dead for seven years. It wasn't until I saw Renee with my driver that I understood how she got pregnant.

I, Cassandra Channing, don't stop my fiance, Hades Emerson, from rushing into the flames to save his non-biological niece, Olivia Emerson, this time. Instead, I watch as the fire swallows him whole. In my past life, a fire broke out at the hotel on our wedding day. Hades and I escaped in time, but Olivia was trapped inside. Seeing the flames grow bigger, I did everything I could to stop him from charging in to save her. When the fire was finally extinguished, Olivia was dead. Hades claimed he didn't blame me for the incident, and purchased diving tickets for me and our son on our third wedding anniversary. When we were 300 feet below sea level, he ripped out our oxygen tank and snarled, "You're the reason I couldn't save Olivia back then. Now, a life for a life." Crying, I begged him to understand that our son is innocent, but he swam away without looking back. In the end, my son and I suffocated to death. After dying, I learned that Hades had always been in love with Olivia. He hated me for stopping him from saving her. He blamed me for causing him to lose the love of his life. I am back on the day of the fire when I open my eyes again.

A text message popped up in the class group chat. A student had been in a car accident and had been rushed to the hospital. She urgently needed a donor with a rare RH-Negative blood type. Wanting to help, I went to the hospital and donated 800 milliliters of blood. Afterward, I passed out from blood loss. When she woke up, she claimed she was pregnant and said the baby was mine. Everyone accused me of crossing a line despite being an educator and professor in college. They said I had slept with a student and got her pregnant. I went to confront her, but she acted like she was the victim. "Your blood is in my body now, and in the baby's body too. What's wrong with saying the baby is yours? From now on, my baby and I are depending on you. You'd better take good care of us and make sure we don't suffer, or I'll sue you for seducing me and dumping me!" Furious, I shoved her. She rammed her stomach into the corner of a table on purpose and miscarried. The internet decided I was a scumbag who had killed the baby on purpose. "How can someone like that exist? How can someone like that teach at all!" I lost my job. I was doxxed and harassed over the phone. Someone even threw acid on me and destroyed my face. I lost everything. My wife, who was eight months pregnant at the time, believed me and defended me, only for the internet to turn on her too. They accused her of helping a monster to hurt others. The stress caused her to have a serious hemorrhage, and she and the baby both did not make it. Crushed by guilt and grief, I jumped off a building and killed myself. That student, however, profited from my tragedy and became an influencer with a million followers overnight. When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to the day I saw the message in the group chat.  

"Can I kiss you?" Asked Mr. Harold, the Mathematics teacher who has been the subject of lusty daydreaming of my best friend, Zetta, and other female students. “Eh? Nooooo!” I answered nervously. We are in the gym. "Why?" He asked he dared to ask?! Duh! "You are a teacher and I am your student...duh." I take it as my way out of the gym. He asked me to talk inside the building?! Huh... I should know better, than not trusting any human with a penis! Why? Because they are the real pervert. That teacher dared to ask for a kiss? He is granted for a great punch, kicks or maybe slap? That was the very first time of my nightmare in high school, he stole my first kiss and stole my great-teen-life.

They say that Love and Lust shouldn't clash, that a teacher should never get involved with his student but when it comes to Chloe, Damien couldn't resist his student who was seven years younger than him. When Damien was forced into a marriage by his family,They knew that their love wouldn't end up with a happy ending.