Student Blackmails Teacher Novels & Stories

She schools at Brighton college I didn't get much information about her because she isn't famous" She said as he ended the call. He flung his door open as he threw his phone to the bed tiredly and went to the bathroom to have a cold bath. After a cold soothing bath Edde came back to his room as he fell to his bed feeling dizzy when his phone buzzed. He traced his hand through the bed and got hold of it as he clicked on the notification message. You have a week to apologize to the girl you raped last night else the video will be leaked out! The message read sending cold chills down his throat, he was being blackmailed!… How come about the video the person was taking about and why will he/she

"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.”

It was mortgaged to the bank. - Interesting. Send it to me. - Already done. - Great, Harry. He then ended the call and went to his G***l inbox where he already saw the file... This young woman was an interesting case. As he suspected. She had lied to him... Probably to save her honor... She was probably afraid of being in the headlines...The daughter of a former billionaire is found stealing from his former home...that would surely be the scoop of the year... Hamish paused for a moment and put down the phone to pick up his drink. He drank the contents in one go... This young woman particularly attracted his attention. He was dying to fuck her... He surprised himself by wondering if she was g

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.

I stood up and signaled the principal that I needed to step away for the call. “Give him a memo. Ban him from the company for six months.” “Sir, he could file a complaint with the labor board.” “I don’t care. I’ll shove enough money in his mouth to keep it shut.” The person on the other line obeyed the second I raised my voice. “Teacher, can I borrow your phone? Can you record me?” I tuned to the small voice. A boy was holding a violin, tugging at his teacher’s sleeve. “I don’t see my Mommy yet. Maybe she’s busy with work. It’s okay, Teacher. She can just watch the video.”