Nightmare Teacher Novels & Stories

"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

With as high as she kept her grades, she could afford to not pay attention in one class. Kathy... Katherine's eyes widened and she sat bolt upright, looking around the room for the person saying that same name that kept her awake at night. Everyone was either focused on the teacher's mind-numbing lecture or in most cases, passing notes and texting. Katherine had known that she wouldn't find anyone talking except the teacher because she had known who had been calling to her, to begin with. The Phantom of Dreams. Katherine tried to convince herself that she had simply allowed herself to fall asleep for a moment but she had a hard time buying it.

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.

“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.

What if something happened to them while I was out of reach? I read one message that was sent by Rich. 'The new teacher is a spy. Damon is a Shadow Weaver. He works for Lysander.'

"I have not done anything." "Crazy, I tell you. I can't tell you. Not about the teacher, not about him, not what I saw. " Who was the madman talking to? With them? With himself? With someone else whom they couldn't see but whose presence Thirst sensed? Certainly, he no longer seemed to have a hard time finding the words he needed. "What teacher?" Viktor insisted. "One from the school?" “I can't tell you about the teacher. He will find out. He will know. He knows everything. He will have your soul. "

In fast motion, the teacher was hit by a stone thrown from outside the class window. She fell with a scream and collapsed with blood oozing out of her forehead. Tanya gasped and looked out the window once the vision cleared off. She glared back at the teacher and screamed. Everyone was startled. "Please....you have to move... now!!" Tanya screamed out the words, looking straight at the teacher who was suddenly frightened. Students began to murmur and at that moment,noises erupted from outside. Tanya was going crazy. She almost collapsed as her breath increased.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The winter dawn is cold. A month has passed since Emanuele saw her sister die. One month, and even then, the memory was still latent and terrible. The girl had already been to therapy, but the nightmares continued to torment her. Joshua didn't know what to do anymore, since every night at two o'clock in the morning the girl's terrified screams woke him up. The teacher got out of his own bed in the dim light. The clock on his cell phone said it was one hour and fifty minutes, that is, ten minutes before the nightmares began.