Teacher Natasha Novels & Stories

He pointed at me and winked. ‘Okay…’ Christian smirked, and I sneered at him, hoping Mr. Garcia didn’t catch my irritation. I stood up and immediately felt all eyes on me. Great. I could see from my indirect vision that Ivan’s attention was on me, too. Feeling suffocated, I took off my jacket and placed it down on my chair. “The name is Natalie Adams.” I was about to sit down, but the teacher quickly spoke, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Adams. Also, ladies and gentlemen, can you state something you like to do?”

Prudence grinned and turned from Carmen to Pierce, "you better watch out, detective or little Miss Nancy Drew over here's gonna give you a run for your money!" 🚀🚀🚀 Carmen was not the only person who had her hands full that fine Saturday as over at Carter •Labs, Natasha was busy trying to master her unique abilities that were still in development. "I can do this!" started a psyched up Natasha, hopping on the spot in black slacks while facing a large block of a Styrofoam packed cushion. "Are you sure?" chimed in Katie Patterson as she helped her partner, Carter, set up the large cushion ahead of Natasha with the help of a mechanized robot.

Tyler said tensely. "Who friend?” “Natasha Sullivan.” "I don't remember that name." he said frowning, looking for some empty space in my mind by the name said. "It shouldn't, sir, she's not in any of the records.” " Profession?” " Teacher in a not very large daycare center, exactly in downtown Seattle.” “Family?” "Mother of a four-year-old son, divorced, only shares the apartment with Miss Paine, but from what we found they should know each other well before she goes to Seattle.”

Xavier replied with a wink. Dante gritted his teeth and longed to punch that grin off his stupid face. He sauntered into his room wondering what was going on with his daughter's nanny. Who would want to shoot her or better still kill her? ~~~~* Natalie took a deep breath before knocking quietly on Mrs. Curtis's door. She was at Chloe's school and now they stood before the door of her principal each of them wondering who would approach the fierce woman. "Come in," her voice echoed sounding outside.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

Her extrovert self beamed before hugging me tight, and I smiled before returning her hug with equal enthusiasm. "Good to see you out of your condo, Via. Anyway, let's go! I'm excited to try this! You guys don't know what I went through just so I can get a pass for us five," Natasha blabbered before motioning us to get closer so she could whisper. "I had to give an old man with wrinkly d*ck a head, which wasn't pleasant." She said, and my face automatically scrunched up in disgust while everyone pretended to puke. Natasha is the 'leader' as she likes to assume; she always wants to be the first to say anything and know everything. She likes being the center of attraction and wants fame and mon

"How old are you, little Lady?" A genuine smile appeared on her lips and she came closer, blushing, "I'm five! My name is Alisha, by the way! What's your name?" "Oh, so you have the name of one of the founders of the Caspien Empire," she nodded, proudly. "My name is Natasha Nicholai-" wait, what? I gulped, covering my mouth with my hands. What is happening? "I…"

It was an interesting explanation, though some of it were sort of tedious, but she has no gut to say that. " My utmost pleasure." Anatalia placed her left palm on her chest and bowed her head in a teasing manner. She was also glad to educate Lexa about the pack.

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

Hours went by, and finally it was time for English language class, Miss Esther (Youth corper) came in wearing her NYSCE uniform. We all stood up and greeted her. She greeted us back then started her teaching… Half way through her class though she stopped teaching to talk to me. “Chris, I am truly sorry I know you must be hurting a lot right now, I want you to know that if you ever need anything or want to talk to someone I am here for you, alright?" I was like this has been two weeks already, why will I still be hurting from the cane and punishment? This is strange.