Student Teacher Novels & Stories

Then Peter smiled, “I think that would be good for all of us. The one-on-one attention would help some of us with our grades… me included.” Silas asked, “Could we meet our teacher today so it’s not so awkward in the morning? Chad can be a handful in the mornings. I can help with him.” Just then, a woman walked up to the boys and Cinthia smirked as all their jaws dropped. She introduced herself, “Hi my name is Serena. I’ll be your teacher.”

Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as the teacher walked into the room. "Good morning, everyone!" Walking to the front of the desks, Mr. Stevenson smiled at everyone. Mr Stevenson was a man in his late forties, with slightly greying hair. He was kind, I'll give him that, but mess with his classes, and he became the worst teacher in the history of teachers. I had seen him pick up a student's phone and throw it out the window, and all because it started to ring.

And frankly, you look exhausted. "I've just been tired— "Lydia." His tone was soft. "I've been teaching for twenty years. I know when a student is struggling. What's going on?" Everything. Nothing. A secret relationship with my teacher that's destroying me from the inside out. An investigation that can ruin both our lives. A psychotic girl who wants to take everything from me. "Just personal stuff," I said. "I'm handling it." "Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're drowning."

“Helen tampered with your phone when she held you hostage. That's why we couldn't see each other's text. I will deal with her for hurting my student.” Diane's face beamed with a huge smile, and I almost lost focus. She was so beautiful and sexy with those blue eyes shimmering once again. “I love when you call me your student.” She gleamed. “Is there anything special about that?” I shrugged as I packed in front of her house gate. “I am employed to take care of my students because their parents left them in our care. That's what teachers should do.” “Yeah, yeah, you're right.” She swallowed, taking a deep breath. “There is nothing special.”

Adkins. Seriously, why does this man have this effect on everyone? We slip out of the teacher’s room just as more teachers begin to file in.

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

“Yeah, besides, once the teachers know what’s going on, those guys won’t dare to mess with you anymore.” With all three of them offering their support, Maesei finally nodded, though she still seemed a little unsure. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I guess we can tell a teacher…” “That’s the spirit,” Vince said with a small smile. “Let’s go find one.” They made their way through the hallways, eventually finding Teacher Tysha, one of the kindest and most understanding teachers in the school. She had a gentle smile and was always willing to listen to the students. When they approached her, she noticed Maesei’s tear-streaked face right away.

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.

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

I was rude to him, and he was taken aback by the response. "That's an order! Have you forgotten that you're still at the University?" "You're not my teacher anymore! You have no right to force me! Am I right?" I ask the teacher, continuing to anger the arrogant bastard. " Peter Alexandrovich, if she doesn't want, give others a chance!" interrupted our conversation a student, but he just won't give up. " I think I'll convince one persistent bitch! Give me five minutes. And you can continue your lecture, " he said with a false smile at the teacher.