Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

"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.

The window behind the teacher where sunlight hit the trees—so green it almost hurt. I hesitated. The teacher’s irritation thickened in the air. Before I could form a word, a calm, cold voice cut in: “You’re distracting me.” It was Nathan. Even in the dream, my wolf flinched at the memory of him…those glacial eyes, emotionless yet impossible to ignore. His voice held no warmth then, just like now. He answered the question flawlessly. Then stood and walked out of the classroom in the middle of the lesson. No one dared stop him. No one even breathed.

There was a glaring contest until the class was over, I got up to leave when the teacher called me to stay, Tasha was supposed to walk me to my next class but I told her I'll be okay. "Yes?" I say to the teacher once it was just us left in the class room. "I know you were calimed Alex, if I see you daydreaming again or your grades get down, I'll have to report you to your dom. School policy" she says making my mouth fall open, she'll snitch me to Emilio! Really. I didn't know how to reply to that, I just noded my head and left the class room, is she serious!! I'm not really a kid, maybe I got a little side but that doesn't mean she gets to tell him about me daydreaming.

Jess figured the nightmares were something to do with the spell when Cat shrank at the mention of the word. Ricky turned back to his work. "I don't get scared." It seemed an unlikely claim. Everyone was scared of something, or so Jess had thought. But the way he said it, so devoid of emotion, Jess believed him. Mr Porter looked doubly dismayed when Damien hung his work. "We are all side characters in a book bought to life by an author/higher entity living out his fantasy of becoming a God made flesh," the teacher read. His expression suggested he was quickly losing the will to live and most definitely regretting the lesson plan.

she says and the boy looks at me again, I call for help, but he looks away again and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I look around, but the room is completely empty except for the table and chair. "This is an abortive tea" I swallow hard when I observe the green liquid "Today we will have a funeral." "Take it away from me" I start to squirm trying to avoid the contents of the jar, but she holds my mouth and directs the contents of the jar to her "You're a mother, you can't do that!# "You still don't understand, but soon you will understand" I spit as much as I can in his face, but I can't stop the liquid from going down my throat when I choke several times.

A cat-faced old woman? Was that not from some horror movie? I had never let my son watch anything like that. Then I remembered that he hated taking naps. Could it be that one of the teachers made up this “cat-faced old lady” just to scare him into sleeping, and that was why he dreamed about this so-called Miss Never? I immediately sent a private message to Ms. Zinn at that thought. She apologized first, then wrote: [Mrs. Young, I am so sorry about all this, but I can promise you none of our teachers have ever mentioned anything about a cat-faced old lady.]

Then the substitute teacher walks in. My heart stops. It’s him. The man who spent all night destroying my cunt. Professor Kane. Our eyes lock across the room. Recognition hits him instantly. His jaw tightens, eyes darkening with shock and raw hunger as he realizes his filthy one-night stand is sitting right in his classroom — his student.

I was sort of mind blown, to be exact. Is this even necessary? I mean— I’m even wearing a white blazer. No matter from which angle she looks, I’m definitely the one and only new special student. “Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare?” Why are you even trying to be a teacher? Go be a swimsuit model or something! It seems she realised I was annoyed by her behaviour. The teacher quickly closes my information with a troubled expression and looks at Kuroyuki. “Well… Kuroyuki`s a bit—”

“But, of course, if she had taught you The Way, you’d already be out of those chains, child. Perhaps you are not the threat the mystères think you are, hmm?” Jeannine paused for a moment. My mother? What the hell does this asshole know of my mother? “Unchain me,” Jeannine said again, grinding her teeth. “And I’ll prove your complacency wrong.” “Not complacent, little one. Knowledgeable,” replied the man. “First, I know who you are, but you do not know me.” “You’re Papa Nightmare,” Jeannine said without thinking. The sound of the name sent chills down her spine, but for the life of her, she didn’t know why.

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?