Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

Jennifer hurriedly explained, "I just heard that you have very high standards for taking on students, and you never accept interns, only master's and PhD students." Nathan could not help but find her increasingly adorable. She was so innocent and straightforward. There was no trace of hunger for money or power in Jennifer's eyes, and certainly none of Khloe's greed. He replied, "You're indeed the first intern I've ever taken on. But you must be mentally prepared. I'm very strict with my students. Even my master's and PhD students are always complaining. Aren't you afraid?" Jennifer shook her head without hesitation. "Not at all! As long as I can learn, I'm not afraid of hardship. Besides, be

I groan as I head out the door. " I didn't know your Teacher was so caring. My teacher was more of a do-or-die kind of Master. Not to mention, he has a very cute coy way of doing it. Trying to look all tough when he's actually extremely worried." She whispered to Rookie, but unfortunately for me, I have a sharp hearing. Damn, not even 2 minutes in and I already have to deal with distractions. This is going to be hard since I have to act like a human... I'll just say whatever I do is a high-level technique from Leighdal.

The professor made a face. Then the students can only nod without a sound! "He's scary!" The students can only smile. He is a very strict teacher. In his class, Prof. Jonathan teaches them with a mad face and sometimes a wide grin. Ting! Ting! Ting! The bell rang. Then Prof. Jonathan made a slight curve of his lips and slant his eyebrows down. "Guess your lucky today. You got a good bell." Prof. Jonathan said. "Dismissed! I hope to those who will fail tomorrow are prepared!"

She started but I interrupted her by moaning loudly. "It's our second year, I know. But it's the beginning of the year, and you know beginnings are hard." I was still packing my books in my, to brag a little, Armani black bag with premeditated and sore feeling in my guts knowing that the first professor I'll see today is Gorilla. To be precise, mrs.Tomlinson. She is a very small but strong woman in her late 40's, with bleached hair and a hint of gray hairs and of course, very strict and serious look. She basically looks like those grannies which parents tells you not to get too close because she's too weird. Hated by 564 students of University of Washington, medical school where students are

Lydia tried not to notice just how perfectly his pale blue broadcloth shirt hugged his well-muscled chest. It was so embarrassing to have such a massive crush on her professor, especially one that had outlasted early hero worship and turned into a raging case of lust that three years had done nothing to dissipate. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that was the extent of her knowledge about his personal life. He was such an old-school gentleman that she knew he would never remotely consider a relationship with a student, even if he was unattached. So she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, hoping she wouldn't leave a damp spot on her chair.

He touched his chin, reflecting on that past. “Some teachers don’t have a say to however it is that teaches them, yet they make it work.” “That’s true. Although your case is different” This raised her interest. “How can my case be different?” “Your core is stubborn. I know because I’ve trained your father. It will not bend or listen even with the most skilled of a teacher like I am. That goes to the many teachers you will go through. If I am not the one who is supposed to train you then it won’t mean a whole much.”

As I approach the audience door, hear his authoritative voice. Peter I love this calm before the storm. Ruffling the nerves of students is the most favorite activity. To see fear, submission, because they are afraid to fail the exam. "Good morning! My name is Peter Alexandrovich. You must have been told how I'm a strict professor. I will not tolerate disrespect for my lesson. It is important for me to teach you how to speak French. And all the lazy ones will get bad grades. And remember, you incompetents, I don't take any bribes! First we will get acquainted! So, Arkhipova Raya! " I list all the students on the list, and look at each girl with lust, they are all like birds of Paradise. After

Blake was one of the meanest and strict lecturers in the school, no one goes against his rule and go scot free. "Well, well, well, I see you two are really having fun here" he smirks at them and the smiles on both guys faces disappeared in a flash. "It's quite obvious you're tired of my boring class, so kindly get your things and leave quietly so that the rest of the students that are serious will pay rapt attention in my class".

He was just so joyful! Elizabeth grabbed her bag and said in a low voice, "What do you think I can say now?" After that, she raised her head and said in a very resentful tone, "You said that a strict teacher produces excellent students... but I... Alas!" However, James waved his hand unconcernedly, "The strict teacher can't be so powerful at any time." After waiting for so long, he finally understood that as long as he could not go to cook in the kitchen, whether his driving skills were good or not didn't matter at all.

"She is terrifyingly strict. If you fail to meet her standards, she will roar loud enough to burst your eardrums. You just Awakened today, so you better get some sleep and save your stamina. She absolutely does not hold back on freshmen!" I hit the stop button on the treadmill, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from my neck. "Oh, and one more thing!" Liviel adds, pointing a black-nailed finger at me. "Both of our teachers are massive traditionalists. They belong to the conservative, strictly-monogamous faction of the Academy. They absolutely despise rule-breakers and players. So, whatever you do..." Liviel grins, her fangs gleaming in the blue light of the television. "...Do not let yoursel