Miraculous Teachers Novels & Stories

" Mirabel pulled Jane along with her and she kept blabbing about how great it was to meet until they arrived at the classroom or should it be called a hall? [Haha]. They settled down beside each other. "How long does it take for him or her to arrive?" Jane asked. "About fifteen minutes." "How do you even know all these? You're a new student, right?" Jane asked. Mirabel laughed. "Yeah, I am. My aunt happens to teach here and she is the literature teacher. " Mirabel answered. "I see. " There was silence between them. Mirabel opened her bag and brought out a pack of cookies and another one of chocolates. She opened that of the cookies and stretched it forward.

His competency gets boost if he is lucky enough to have competent and loving teachers. There was a Montessori teacher where Vicky was working as a principal and an administrator was supervising the whole financial matter. In that school, there was a teacher, she was more than a teacher. Only a few who have soft hearts like she had. She used to sit among her students. The kids loved her so much that the attendance of her class never decreased despite there be any weather severity.

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

This had been my last hope of getting a decent job. I sauntered off to the door downcast and broken, when I bumped into a man at the door. I recognised him almost immediately. "I'm sorry." I whispered, but he ran his eyes over me as if in disgust, and waltzed into the store as if he hadn't heard me at all. It was Mr. Cullen the new teacher. I had seen him severally around school, although most of the time he was either with Miss Ellen, or lurking in her shadows. Either way, he always found a way to be close to her.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

She interrupted before Drake could answer with a sweet voice almost dripping on honey “It’s just maths. I'll help you guys”. Renée facepalmed. “Thank you so much, you are a goddess” Luciana stiffened for a second before smiling awkwardly. “I could easily use magic you know”. She whispered. “The new teacher is a witch”. Drake informed. “Oh, I made the last one lose his job during the period we couldn't find you. I'm pretty amazing, right sis?”. Renée was speechless.

Mira was a very good student. "Am I the only human here? Is it difficult for you to teach me?" Mira asked and Mage smiled, pointing behind her. Mira turned around to see a few people in the far end corner. They were training, and their level was different. They all, women and men moved like water, wind, flower. It was so natural but unnatural to watch. Almost like they were training to be assassins. Because they were faster, stronger, some of them even could see or sense something coming from behind them. This was of course a surprising, shocking sight for her to see.

Only, it wasn't a wall that I had walked into, since walls never have hands to grab around your waist and neither do they have delicious manly cologne to blow your senses off proportion. I peaked open an eye and gasped again. Oh no! Oh God NO! Not Ethan Fucking Whitmore! It was an extremely rare occasion that a teacher was awfully famous with his students, or should I say, for sleeping with his students. But Ethan Whitmore was that rarity. He was a fresh out of college, trainee teacher who was as good at teaching as he was in bed and...most of the queen bees have slept with him and not to forget that I might have used him as my ideal male lead in some of my stories....scratch that, most of m