Novel & Cerita Roleplay Teacher

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

Hero invites in a smooth, sensual tone, full flirtatious smile automatically in place. She answers him with meaningful silence and a teasing smirk… Then the lady immediately goes up the stage in front of the classroom and takes the mike from the podium. “Good morning everyone, I will be your professor for this semester. My full name is Professor Aliyah Raquel Semana, Lyra for short. That being said, you may call me Prof, Ma’am, or Ms. Lyra. “ Holy shit, she’s the teacher?! No way… she doesn’t even look like a prof!

I didn't add that I was an unwilling one. "Great. I promise I'm a nice teacher, I'm not one of those stern, never cracks a smile, wants to break your spirit type teachers. I'm more of a let you find your own way, encourage you and bring cake types." Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, it seemed she really was happy to be stuck with the lowly human. Either that or she was a super good actor. It was nice to think that there was at least one person in this place who wasn't going to tell me how useless I was, which boosted my self-esteem a little.

she exclaimed, trying to ignite the fighting spirit of each of her students. "Yes, Miss Greta!" they answered in unison. "Daniel, Stefany. You two are the main actors. Give it your best, okay!" the teacher said again. "Yes, Miss Greta!" Stefany and Daniel replied, simultaneously. "We will put on an amazing play that will be remembered forever!" Daniel said confidently. "Alright! Miss believes in you!" she replied again. The play turned out to be very successful. Miss Greta, the teacher known for being strict but caring, stood at the edge of the stage with a proud smile. Her students had shown their hard work during weeks of practice.

Just a moment later, we also finished eating and a teacher has finally arrived… “Good Afternoon, Georgians. I am Sir Jude Boribor… You can call me Sir Jude instead. I will be your CPAR teacher for this semester. So, what does CPAR means?” The whole room was quiet except for the hum of the aircon. We did not research about our subjects…

Even I had stopped what I was doing to look at him. "Hello class, my name is Mr. Dalton Canes. I will be your new teacher for the rest of the year." His deep hard voice rang in my ears. I don't think I have ever been this attracted to anyone in my life. He flashed the class his smile and you could just smell the sex dripping in the room.

Maybe, communication is what I needed? "I feel weak," I started. "What kind of teacher am I? I can't even protect my students." "You are a great teacher. Besides, our job is to teach the children. Our job is to teach them the things that they don't know about the world. It's not our job to be their savior," she explained, clearly not getting my point.

His curly hair sits in a small Afro on his head and his face does look newly shaved. He drops his bag on the desk and starts with the introduction. "Hello. My name is Steve Harper and I'm your Social studies, Economics, teacher. I'm new here and I guess most of you aren't . But in time, I might get to know all of you if you let me." he says, pacing back and forth in front of the desk,his hands crossed behind him.

A person amongst the students yelled With the students still staring at him speechless He walks to the podium to introduce himself "Good morning students, I am Dane Marcelo and I will be your new economics teacher replacement" He said Natalia's eyes turned from her phone screen to look at the man.. She had just noticed his presence after she heard a loud, deep and husky voice. Dane's eyes quickly scrutinize the students, he knew how surprised they were to see him as they were expecting a 49-year old economics teacher but instead sees him.

“Because I’m your teacher.” !!! I wasn’t expecting that answer. “You’re just a temp.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “A teacher nonetheless.” He smirked and for some reason, his grin did something to me, “It’s my job to make sure my students don’t get bullied.” “Shouldn’t you just stop the bullies?” I asked. “Sure, I can do that too.” He leaned on the table to come closer to me, “Or I could teach you how to fight back.”