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.

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.

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.

I couldn't believe she still had time to think about me. I crumpled the paper with my fist, glaring back at her with curious intent. “What the fuck is this,” I spat out, low but clipped. She leaned closer with a casual look and blinked twice. “Pardon me,” she said. I raised the letter a little above my shoulder and repeated. “What the fuck is…” “Maxton Carter,” the teacher called. I looked back at the teacher and dropped my hands. “Do you have a question?” He asked. “None sir,” I replied briskly.

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.

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.

Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher. When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.

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.

Me- I promise to only defend myself. Fran- Good idea. “Miss Dancer, please find your seat,” a young-looking male teacher, who looks almost as yummy as Evander, stands at the blackboard. “Aw Luna Marcella, I’m Mr. Drake. Welcome to class.” He and I shake hands and I see he is un-marked. Fran- They don’t make teachers like this at Westmoreland! I look at Ki with wide eyes and she has a smirk. “Exactly how are we supposed to concentrate?” I ask Ki.