Little Nightmares Teacher Novels & Stories

I can't believe I just had a crazy wet dream in class, I could feel the pool of wetness in my panties. "Mary Davies were you really sleeping in my class and did I hear you snore?" I raised my head up to see the teacher, Mr Lucas looking directly at me. I know I don't snore, so it was hard to get what he was saying. I could hear the mocking laughters, but I didn't pay attention to it. "Snore? Did I hear snore? Honestly is that even snoring. With that loud moans, she was obviously having a wet dream. Who the fuck was fucking you in your fucking dreams." Juliet shouted, snickering. Loud laughters followed suit.

Alexander smirked, knowing he couldn't keep torturing the poor boy or he would be the one getting tortured by Raymond's talking. "So bad that I whooped their asses with a smile on my face." "Now you're talking, c'mon go on." Raymond was smiling now. Although the nightmare was blurry and not descriptive enough, he found it interesting narrating the bloody and terrifying nightmare to Raymond rather than sitting around and listening to the boring history class they were in right now. Not quite long after, the class ended and the teacher left the class. Alexander had finished telling Raymond the nightmare, not leaving out how handsome his older self was and how it felt so real.

The professor explained. "Psychology has all the answers for oneself my dear students" she added. I couldn't help thinking about last night's nightmare. What was my nightmare about? What am I more scared of? is it Daniel?

The morning light filtered through the classroom windows, a stark contrast to the dark thoughts swirling in my mind. Despite my best efforts to focus, my eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the textbook in front of me. Mr. Thompson's voice droned on, a distant hum that barely registered. My heart was still pounding from the nightmares, and every shadow seemed to morph into a werewolf waiting to pounce. “Ella, are you paying attention?” Mr. Thompson's sharp voice cut through my haze, dragging me back to the present. I blinked, realizing that the entire class was staring at me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and love. With a gentle pat on Theo's head, Teacher Mike smiled and replied, "Anytime, Theo. Remember, learning is not just about books and lessons - it's also about having fun and exploring the world around us. Now, off to dreamland you go, little adventurer." And as Theo drifted off to sleep, his dreams were filled with visions of endless play and discovery, guided by the gentle hand of Teacher Mike and the loving presence of Hazel, shaping him into a bright and curious explorer of the world.

Amber had her head down typing aggressively on her phone while the rest of the class was either half asleep or whispering among themselves. Ella nudged my arm, practically bouncing on her seat. “Don’t you dare gatekeep. Spill everything. Was it in the dream? Did he bend you over the teacher’s desk? Was it big? Tell me he had you moaning like a p**n star.” I let out a nervous laugh and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, buying myself a second. My thighs were still pressed tightly together under the desk from the leftover ache of the actual dream the one where William

"That's right, hand over to me the result of the Prince's painting tomorrow at 2 pm. If the result is not satisfactory, then I will give punishment." "Punishment?" Nathania did not understand the meaning of the word 'punishment' she would receive if the new teacher was not satisfied with her work. During her life, Nathania never got any punishment especially with a teacher. "Yes, I will give severe punishment to someone who dares to dream big, but does not want to learn and try at all!" said Kenneth, his face looking serious and creepy. Nathania swallowed hard, somehow she could feel the terrible air that would lurk her for a long time. This new teacher, really is mysterious and unpredictabl

She asked, dumbfounded as the rest of the class burst into a mass of giggles. I didn’t want her to catch on my dozing again, so I hung my head low and mumbled, “No.” Mrs. Kirkwood seemed to buy it, “Alright then, let’s hope your friend here can help you. Ms. Bound, what is it?” My best friend tore her gaze from me to the teacher and told her, “because of slavery.” When Claire replied, she turned back to me and mouthed, ‘are you okay?’ With a quick nod, I turned back to our teacher and tried to focus on what she was saying, but my mind kept drifting back to this dream I had.

If I mentioned anything about the nightmares, I’d only get more ridicule, and by that point the professor had already taken my test and the rest of the class began to pack up. So, I swallowed my pride and left the classroom. I felt entirely downtrodden as I walked across the quad. I was having nightmares, losing sleep, my grades were slipping, and of course there was my relationship with Enzo, and James’ letter and strange behavior… The list could go on. All I wanted to do was go back to my room and cry. And that was exactly where I was heading when I heard someone say my name from behind me. “Hey, Nina.” I stopped and turned around to see Justin standing behind me.

She wiped the drool from her chin as she looked around at the empty classroom in confusion. "The lesson ended five minutes ago," the teacher informed her. "Are you okay, Sienna?" "Hmm," Sienna mumbled, blinking the blurriness out of her vision. Her corneas felt as though they were covered in a fine layer of slime. "I was up till late last night," Sienna said. "Sorry. Insomnia." The insomnia part was a lie but admitting the truth did not seem like a viable option. Miss Walters gave her a pitying smile. "I saw you with that new kid, Adrian?" she said, phrasing it like a question though it sounded more like a statement. Strange, considering the woman was supposed to be an English teacher.