Romance Books Teacher Student Novels & Stories

She exhales. She’s not the kind of woman who falls into this kind of situation. She is not some flustered cliché in a romance movie about forbidden love. She teaches. She grades. She reads. When ink cartridges go on sale, she’ll reorder some. She’s not drawn in, lured into scenarios where there are smirks with rough voices and tattooed arms, previous students. Except… she already has. Not completely. Not physically. But in thought? The way she’d started moving her hand toward her belt line just then, before she’d caught herself? That wasn’t nothing.

Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed delightedly, "Whoa, they brought back mini pizzas!"

Ryder murmured beside me, his lips barely moving. “I am,” I whispered back through clenched teeth. “Not to her. To me.” I froze. Heat crawled up my neck, shame and anger twisting in my chest. I didn’t dare look at him. The teacher’s voice droned on about themes and metaphors, her tone steady, patient. Around me, students scribbled notes, some whispering quietly when they thought she wasn’t watching. For them, this was just another class. For me, it was torture.

I gag at that. Jessica laughs again. “That is so cheesy. And romantic. I never took him as the cheesy type.” “And it is nuts. There is no way he was serious about that.” She quirked a brow in my direction, “How so?” “First, love? Please, give me a break. That only happens in movies and books. Second, I am sure he only said that because of the student teacher thing he has going on.” She looks like she is mulling over it. I pick up a piece of chip from the packet she was eating and stick it in my mouth.

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

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

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She smirks looking at me. "Nothi-" I got cut of by the teacher "MS. BLACK ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT IM SAYING?!" "Oh you want my opinion?" I ask and the teacher nods. "Well, I think it's neither a romance or tragedy. I think it's just about two young teenagers who were rebelling against their parents or were infuriated with the idea of love. Juliet wanted to rebel and Romeo was throwing a fit about love." "But how? There is not really any proof of that

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

When was he giving me flesh on flesh contact? Déjà vu someone? Again, my conscience alerted me that this too was a part of my second book! The one where Ethan was also a teacher. The only difference was he was a chemistry teacher in real life and he was a biology teacher in my book, giving private lessons on male and female anatomy to the heroine—me. Oh, stop being judgmental! Everyone had secret fantasies about someone at least once in their damn life. Don’t get jealous because mine are coming true.