Roleplay Teacher Novels & Stories

THIS CHAPTER CONSISTS OF ROLEPLAY *** It had been Bryan's idea, his fantasy, but as Leo got ready for his role as a teacher, he couldn't help but feel a little wriggle of excitement than usual. **** “I can take care of you,” Teacher Leo said wantonly as he continued running his hands around the slim body in front of him. He kissed his neck and shoulders, running his hands around his body. The boy groaned. “Let me go, sir. Stop all of this. It's not right.”

She was gone, leaving me to my racing heart and the recording device that was concealed on my shelf. It would appear from the results obtained during the experiment that high levels of awareness, concern, and actions help improve adaptation. I spent the next thirty minutes pacing my classroom like a caged animal. Every few minutes, I checked the recording app to make sure it was still working. I rehearsed what I'd say, how I'd play this, but every scenario felt wrong. Because I wasn't good at it. I wasn't good at manipulating or lying. I was a teacher who'd made awful choices and had fallen for a student, and now I was trying to fix the unfixable.

I commented, and Ray nodded in agreement. “T-T-That’s because I’m her teacher.” “What?” “I’m… I’m Miss Sunshine!”

I put everything back in place, closed the drawer, and added in a playful tone, "A very special kind of teacher…" He straightened up and asked with concern, "My little one?" I crossed my arms and smiled slyly, "A naughty teacher, tempting his student to do forbidden things… a dangerous teacher." He stepped toward me with steady steps, his commanding presence undeniable, stopping in front of me. He said with a tone mixing teasing and authority, "Wasn’t it the student who sent that cute video… in cat panties?" My smile widened mischievously. I turned slowly toward him, lifting my head with an innocent, fake expression, pretending I was unaware.

Crap. "Yep!" I said cheerfully, trying to recover. "I teach third grade. Eight-year-olds. They're adorable." His eyes locked onto mine, and there was something in them I couldn't quite read. "And you smoke pot." Crap. That did sound bad, didn't it? Teachers were supposed to be role models. Upstanding citizens. Not pot-smoking party girls. But that was the point! I needed him to think "Taraji" was a complete disaster. A terrible match. Someone he'd never want to see again.

Lastly, my heavy feet took me in the direction of my grade school students. "Good morning, class," I greeted them, trying to sound ecstatic when I'm close to tearing up. "Teacher has an announcement to make." I looked at all of them and heaved a sigh. "Teacher is pregnant so I will be taking a break from teaching, but rest assured that Teacher Amor here will be as good as me. She will take good care of you all in my absence." My voice broke a little, but I cleared my throat and smiled.

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."

We will only have a uniform and section when the leveling is done. "Good morning class I'm Rios Laurel you can call me Sir Rios. I'm your teacher in history. I know all of you already knew each other except the transferee." said Sir Rios and looked at me "Miss Scott can you please introduce yourself?" he asked Seriously?! Am I in elementary? I thought only in the mortal world where there is such a thing. Tsk. I was forced to stand up but I was still smiling fake. The difficulty of plasticizing.

The saviour. "They tricked us," Jameson said, looking like he was on the verge of tears. He liked joking around but actually he was always pretty serious about work and he was indeed very professional. Whatever had happened must've been too harsh for him to be that affected. "They fooled us completely and we had not a single clue."

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