Student Blackmails Teacher Novels & Stories

He sighed, gulping all the bear in one go. Well, not to be competitive, Matt but I’m also going through a lot of crisis as this is my sophomore year and my first ever exams. I don’t even know how I would go through this but I’m still putting on my best smile to hide everything. And the cherry on the top is that a jobless lady is blackmailing me with the pictures of me and my boyfriend who is my school teacher and is like seven years older than me and also is his her ex-husband. So, you see the crisis I’m in? I shook my head to clear my head from those thoughts and put a comforting hand on Matt’s shoulder.

"I've never met a man so pig-headed he won't accept when a girl doesn't want to fuck him." His nostrils flare and he closes in on me. "If you don't stop fighting this, then everyone will know your little secret, not just your family. The academy doesn't take kindly to traitors." My stomach churns as I wonder what he's talking about. "So you are blackmailing me into having sex with you?" I'm almost shocked, but not quite, as Coach is that fucked up. A sinister smirk twists onto his ungodly, beautiful lips. "Perhaps."

His finger shook with anger. "You're a disgrace to the teaching profession. An absolute disgrace. You're fired! Effective immediately!" The teacher's face went white. Marcus continued, his voice rising. "I'll blacklist you throughout the werewolf world. Every academy. Every school. Every pack. You'll never teach again. Never!" The teacher gasped. She clutched at her chest. Garrett stepped forward. He stood beside Marcus. His expression was just as cold. "And there's the matter of your bribery. Taking money to slander students. To cover up crimes. Prepare for prison."

"Just call me Al." "Okay, Mr. Al. We obtained from a source that the latest victim of bullying was being blackmailed in the rooftop in exchange of his submission. The way the victim was blackmailed was very peculiar. It seems like that the accomplice doesn't want to be known, however, the accomplice might've ignored the fact that his way of extorting revealed some info about him." "Oh, how stupid of him then." "Yes, he's stupid, yet still clever. Would you like the method he used?"

"How can you do this to yourself? I don't want to hear any of this. If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll report everything to the school board." Not bearing to see her like this, I turned on my phone to record her, my voice firm as I threatened to expose everything. Tiffany's breathing became heavier, and tears streamed down her face. "You're just like him. Threatening people is all you're good at!" I watched her silently. The message was clear—something had been going on behind the scenes. Tiffany had been blackmailed! After about twenty minutes, Tiffany had regained her composure and sat on the bed.

he said smoothly, “I guess my boys would love to know their favorite dancer tonight is actually their track coach.” My breath stopped. My world tilted sideways. Blackmail. He was blackmailing me. A student. A cocky, arrogant, bold young man. Blackmailing his coach. And the worst part? Judging by the look in his eyes… He knew exactly how much power he had. “Think about it,” he added casually, stepping backward toward the door. My heart pounded violently. Rage. Fear. Humiliation. All tangled together. “I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, Coach.”

Only virgins get that scared look in their eyes when I tell them about gang bangs, orgies. Rose said nothing. She didn't even try to lie and say otherwise... She just kept silent... . Tamie's face brightens as she understands: - So you are... Oh my God! But that's great... Rose looked at her, confused. Great? She was crazy... - You'll be able to make double the amount of money I told you... You'll have enough money to pay for your little sister's treatment and to buy a new house... - Stop it... - I have a client who loves little virgins. This old pig will pay a good fortune for you. That money will buy you a nice Mercedes. You're lucky, he asked me to get him one... He won't resist you and w

"About you. About us. She knows you're a physicist. Knows we've been. Together." "How would she know that?" "I don't know. Someone must have seen us. Told her. She has ways of finding things out." "What does she want?" "Money. Fifty thousand dollars." "Or?" "Or she goes public. Tells everyone I'm exploiting a vulnerable student. Ruining lives. Destroying careers for my own pleasure." She laughed. Bitter. Broken. "That's blackmail," I said. "Yes." "We go to the police." "And say what? She called and asked for money? That's not illegal until she actually does something."

she said, her voice low and full of disgust. Had she been a few minutes later, he would have already posted it to his anonymous account. She wiped out all the chats, videos, and pictures that were on his phone. The brat had blackmailed girls in his school to send their nudes. Disgusting excuse for a human. Then she said, “Done,” as her hands finally stopped and she pressed the button with cold satisfaction. “What the hell? What’s wrong with my phone?” Billy Barton said somewhere across town. He was the rich brat who had been having fun sexually abusing his classmates.

*Shelby* The next day at my internship went so slowly as I waited for the clock to strike 5:00. As I sorted through countless files, all I could think about was the story the blackmailer was threatening to leak. It was a lie about how Todd and I had stolen the answers to multiple tests back when we were at NYU. The blackmailer claimed that Todd had approached him with the story explaining that I made him break into the professors’ offices to steal the test answers to make sure I passed all my classes. He did it because we were dating, and I threatened to leave him if he didn't help me.