Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

when I was having nightmares about Sandra. There was one where she was flogging me with her father's cane. Mehn that was horrible, there is no way I can sleep again. I have to just stay awake till 6 am before taking my bath.... The time passed slowly but finally it was 6 AM, I quickly went to take my shower, had breakfast and then rushed off to school.

First impression=ruined. I'm a straight-A student and I have to impress my teachers but first I have to take a shower because I barely got any sleep today thanks to the nightmares and I'm all sweaty. I never had nightmares up until that day a few months back. Now I hear the screams in every single dream like it just happened and I try not to think about it when I already live through it every single haunting night.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

the first man says to the new intruder. The intruder issues a surprise attack by lunging at the first man, hitting him hard with a blunt force to his head, and snapping his neck neatly in half even before his body hits the ground. It's all very fast that not even the man expected it. "I am the Wolf!" The intruder growls at the dead man.

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.

When I was dreaming with my head on the desk, the weak sunlight outside the window shone through and stuck on me, not at all dazzling, but on the contrary, brought a warm feeling that was hard to put into words. Like the embrace of this person for so long... "Le An." The teacher's call drew me from my crazy thoughts, I rose rapidly, finding my empty head, my mouth began to stutter. Mr. Nam is the toughest man in school, and by the time my eyes met, I knew my life had ended.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Schedule taped inside door. Normal stuff—English, History, Math. Then Supernatural Integration—fire control elective. Coach is a retired wolf Marine—heard he’s tough but fair, runs the class like boot camp. First period—English. Room 212. Teacher human—Mrs. Hale, middle-aged, kind eyes, knows the score in a mixed school. She smiles when I walk in. **Mrs. Hale:** “Mr. Nakamura. Seat in the back—next to Mia.” Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws.