Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

I had wanted it, wanted him and that understanding burned hotter than any sin Emily could pronounce upon me. But God, what had I done? He was my teacher. Twenty nine to eighteen. A man who graded my papers, who stood at the front of the class with that look of distant disinterest. I rolled onto my side, curling around myself, discomfort flashing through me. If anyone were to find out, if that video I tried to take had actually worked, they would see me as nothing but a whore. Not the nerd with the high grades, but the one who slept with her teacher.

So, I wasn’t surprised when this girl, Natalia, didn’t have the same stamp as the others. She looked so young in her photo and there were tears in her eyes. Her blond hair was stuck to her blood-soaked face, and it was obviously knotted all around her head. She was thin, which was evident in her face and her body. She wore ripped and very dirty clothing as well, making me wonder what she had been through before she arrived here. Other teachers didn’t usually look at the profiles of students that weren’t theirs. They were created by trackers, such as me, and given to the correct teacher and assigned mentor. It was up to that teacher to report it when the stamp of approval was missing.

It would be a lot more reassuring to know that the Guardians were not as vulnerable to the Vampires’ attacks as the Hunters were, the way that it should be. Despite the worry on her mind and the uncomfortableness of the cot, eventually, Jo did fall asleep. She knew she was dreaming when she found herself standing in an odd black tunnel. The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to be made entirely of ash, but it was hard beneath her feet, like stone.

Zara kept her head down and slid into her seat. The teacher at the front was Mr. Ramirez. The same Mr. Ramirez she had watched last night. He was writing on the board, explaining some equations, but Zara wasn’t listening. Her eyes were glued to him. She remembered every detail, the way his thick cock had stretched that girl, the wet slapping sounds, the way the girl’s ass rippled with every hard thrust, the way she begged “don’t stop… your cock is so big… fill me up, daddy!”

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

Other than horror, Vera couldn't feel anything when Aefar pressed Vera with her sweet smile. ** When the teachers, Harry, Aefar, Anindira, and Vera's gang arrive in the Teacher's Room. The parents and guardians of the Vera gang had all gathered in the teacher's room. Mr. Seno and two BK lecturers entered the teacher's room together with six problematic students. While the other three guardian lecturers explained several things related to why they were all summoned to campus first, in an empty room usually used for lecturers' meetings next to the counseling room they used to solve today's problems.

I stated right as who I assumed was the substitute teacher came out and propped the door open with a small wood wedge. He had long hair tied at the nape of his neck, gray streaks shooting down the light brown. His beard resembled the same color as his hair, and almost as long. His face was flat and eyes a dull gray as he gave us a small sad smile. A teacher ID hung from around his neck, a picture of him looking just as bored as he looked now with the name 'Richard Abbot' underneath it. I nodded to him as Claire and I introduced ourselves and entered the empty class just as the warning bell rang.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.