Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

There was nothing left to do anymore, except bury my head in my own grief. The school was almost empty now, as most of the students had left already. I pulled my headphones off my ears, and savoured the silence. Then slowly, the silence was broken as the sound of a whimper drifted through the halls. I paused briefly and strode carefully towards the sound. I could feel my heartbeat increase as I moved towards the door. I pushed the door open as quietly as I could, and there she was. It was Ms. Ellen, the new teacher. She seemed small, broken and vulnerable at the same time.

I know he will find his way back to me. "I was responsible for her death." I remain quiet, not wanting to interrupt. "I was a high school teacher before I came into the Nightmare Warriors. I had a wife and a daughter." I notice he says had and not have. "What happened to them?" "Alberts." He states, shocking me further. "Me and my wife, Laurie, had a program called Second Chance. It helped high school students, mainly seniors that were on the right track to graduating but because of their financial hardships at home, could barely hang on. Most of them came from broken families, so they chipped in with working after school, sometimes before school. It would help them with school supplies, wor

I step away, watching the chaos unfold. “Oh my God!” Hannah cheers, thrilled. “Oh my God!” Esme yells, enraged. “I’m losing it,” Esme mutters, pressing her hand to her forehead, looking like she’s genuinely spiraling. “He’s a giver. Nice. Maybe he’s decent after all,” Hannah nods approvingly, giving me a thumbs-up. “Decent?!” Esme snaps, pointing a finger at her. Hannah flinches, caught off guard. "He's a teacher! Nora's teacher! He's having relations with a student of his! It's absolutely not okay. I should report him. Or better yet, I should go to Mason," Esme threatens, her eyes blazing.

His back was towards the gate so I couldn't see his face. And I started looking at him, "yaar he is so handsome", meanwhile his face turned towards me, looking at him my eyes remained wide open and I was left breathless, "he...what is he doing here" he was the same person with whom I was last night and how did he reach here so quickly, Wait a minute, I was with my teacher last night. "God, for what mistake are you punishing me? First I have had a breakup and on top of that I have spent the night with a stranger and he is a teacher in my class in my college. What could be worse than this?"

Even he, who was usually calm and fearless, could feel fear and darkness that was even darker than the criminals who had killed hundreds or millions of people in his teacher's room. "Teacher, your student greets you!" said the young man to his teacher, who seemed to be shrouded in darkness, unable to see the teacher's face. He himself could not see the teacher's face clearly, and he had never been able to see his teacher's face even though he had become a direct student.

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

12, 199x Current Address: 612 Aluca St., Lyra Town, Dalles 1112 Educational Background: Community College Occupation: Teacher at Lunalia High School Parents: unknown Note: lived at the orphanage since she was born; left the orphanage on March, 20xx; finished university on June 20xx; became a high school teacher two years ago; always goes to Moonlight after shifts at school and on weekends. ‘She’s never even had a police record.’ Chris thinks as she reads the paper. “It seems like the vampire is Nikki’s teacher. Why didn’t any of the werewolves at Lunalia High School say anything?”

She was just a petite high school girl, but if looks could kill, he could have been long dead from the glare she threw at him. And the ancestor beside her was even more terrifying than her. God! What crime did he commit in his last life to have these two troublemakers as his students? In the last row, Nora, who was shooting daggers at the teacher, scoffed at his nonsense. Just a project? He called it just a project? Apparently, the students were grouped for a project for their upcoming summit. And blame it on her unfortunate luck, she was paired with Liam. No, she wasn’t actually paired.

"Poor girl, you shouldn't be playing with a demon! But for your courage, I can only praise you! Run, Sinitsina, the test is waiting!" *** I go into my dorm room and throw a pillow against the wall. Anger is not enough to describe my morale. "I hate him! Idiot! He wants to expel me from the University!" "Tanya, I don't think your doughnuts are going to help her," surprised friends who freeze at the sight of my gloomy mood. " He's the worst teacher I've ever met! " i condemn at the teacher who disliked me . "You don't know the big news yet! Look at this, someone posted a video on the Internet!" Tanya shows a recording of me sitting with Peter in the audience.

Perhaps, because the last few days had been full of emotions and my mind was looking for a let out, but the nightmare had seemed particularly more grim than the others, though it was basically the same events as the others. "Hey, Vera!" The teacher's voice jolted me awake, and I suddenly realised I was dozing off again. God! What was this? "Can you answer the question, please?" the teacher asked, looking royally pissed. There was a question scrawled on the board, but my brain and eyes couldn't focus enough to read it. I sighed. I didn't want to get in trouble with the teacher, so I quickly searched my mind and tried to come up with something that might pass for an answer.