Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

Jane left her bag as she faced the teacher looking at her with a question mark and stood up to introduce herself. "My name is Jane Martin. I m a new transfer student from Vanerka," she spoke. The teacher's eyes narrowed before he gasped as he recalled her name. "Jane Martin, new student. Yes, I remembered Ms. Dalton told me about this morning." "I m Mr. Mateo Nash, the physics teacher. You can call me Mr. Nash. It's nice to have you in our class." he beamed at her with a warm voice. Jane replied with a small smile and was about to sit but stopped by him. She gazed at him in perplexity so as the whole class.

After 17 failed attempts at napping, Takuto Kimura was officially done with the idea of simply sleeping. The last straw had been when Kenta, of all people, had loudly announced that Takuto was “snoring like a chainsaw” while actually wide awake, plotting his next big move. The realization hit him hard—the Nap Monitoring System was unbeatable. It was as if the teachers had developed some kind of sixth sense that could detect the slightest flicker of a blink or the subtlety of a hand scratching an itch in the middle of an attempted nap.

i scream out in real life. . . just then the teacher said i should stand up . . .he write something on a paper and told me to go and give the headmaster . .teacher : first offence you are sleeping and second you scream in my class now go and get punished . . .jasmine: am sorry i dont mean too he landed two hot slap on me . . . .i carry my red face to the principal . walking in anger . .i enter without knocking . . .am surprised when i see the headmaster and one of our big booty teacher fucking eachother so hard while the principal is sweating like some one on a land digger work

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

I spun around, expecting Heather to be there, maybe studying or maybe looking smug. But her bed was made. She was gone “Seriously?” I muttered, grabbing my bag and rushing out of the dorm like it was on fire. By the time I made it to the classroom, I was sweating and flustered. The class was nearly half over. Everyone looked up when I pushed open the door. The teacher, a grumpy old werewolf with a graying beard and a permanent frown, paused mid-sentence. “Miss Hart,” he said coldly. “So glad you could join us.”

To the outside world, he was every inch the mafia Don people whispered about. Mr. Holt gave Samantha a hard nudge on the shoulder. “Say yes, you idiot.” “Yes, Miss Knox,” Samatha said quickly. Her voice trembled. And in her eyes, there was only one thing left—fear. “Good,” I said, then gave a small nod to the maid. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to rest now.”

"Then we keep having nightmares for the rest of our lives, I guess." The teacher's whistle blew across the rest stop, signalling it was time to get back on the bus. I could hear my classmates groaning and gathering their things, but I couldn't move. My legs felt like jelly. "I need time to think," I said. "We don't have much time. The dreams are getting stronger, aren't they?" Thomas stepped closer, and I caught a whiff of his cologne, something woody and expensive. "Last night I dreamed I was holding you while you died. I could feel your blood on my hands."

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "And with that last teaching, we end today's orientation program titled 'Navigating The World of Business'. I hope you all have learned a few things from the speaker, the one and only CEO and Founder of MacTech, the biggest electronic shop in New York, Mark Denver. On that note, I announce the end of today's orientation program. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. I am, and will remain Doris Covington, the Dean of Students of this prestigious school, Leonard N.Stern School of Business. Goodbye and have a nice day."