Teacher Novels & Stories

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

Getting out of the box not even realize someone was in the room with me when I look up to see fucking Tyler, just staring at me like he saw a ghost, which is somewhat true at this point. " Well are you going to say something ... " I said standing in a large box with vemon lace in my voice When he didn't say anything Shiva didn't appreciate it either let out a low growl to get his attention. He jumps a little and reacted and finally turned and left the room without saying anything and thank goodness he did because we didn't like the vibes he gave us. Going back to the kitchen looking at the time it was five o'clock afternoon deciding to stay late just to make sure any more help is needed. Bac

I reply, believing my own words a little bit more. "What about you?" He asked. "I am actually in a relationship. His name is Mark. He's an English professor. He also works in elementary education. He's Phoebe's kindergarten teacher, and moving towards first grade next year." I smile at the thought of my boyfriend. Mark is amazing. He is hardworking and loves what he does. He truly loves teaching. He loved working with children but says that it's nice to go up to the community college and teach a night course in literature. I admire him and all of his hard work.

that they hope will work. She was about to take a step inside when her instincts paused her. She can hear Mr Byrne screaming. She peeked on the glass window shaped like a small circle in the centre of the door. Mr Byrne has his mouth wide open while his hands are preparing to turn over the desk before him. The scholars were cowering in their seats while they wait for him to stop. James stands up from his chair and then started speaking. It can’t be heard, so she grabbed the doorknob and twisted it slightly. On the window, it’s very clear that the teacher noticed her.

Leah and I chorused. "I know right!" She exclaimed. "I guess he does have the right to yell at us," "Pfft! Just because he's a professor, doesn't mean he can boss me around and yell at me!" I reasoned. "True that," Leah said, nodding. "So wait, why do we still call him Mr. Decarlo?" "Meh! Who cares, man!?" I shrugged. "He's still the same old cranky teacher," "Mm hmm," Leah said, agreeing.

Sashka placed his arm around Tommy's shoulder's and Mishka placed his hands on his hips as they both caught their breath. "Did you do the math homework?" Mishka asked, making me pull my head back. "I did..." I trail off, not liking where it was going. "Who's you teacher? Is it Ms. Lyka?" Sashka asked. I shook my head, "Miss Hamilton." "GAHH!" they scream in exasperation. He mutters something in Russian. "Do you know how to solve for number five? The 3x squared over 9xy something-something."

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Yea

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"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

"Yeah. You cops have the good jargon, I'll give you that. We have nothing to worry about there any more. Less than nothing, really. The Browns are protecting the secret, same as the rest of us." "Good," answered the social studies teacher. "Good. Hey, speaking of Cassie, I wondered if you'd given any thought to what we talked about the other day, about... instruction. A little, erm, tutoring, between her and me." Her cheeks colored, and she couldn't make eye contact. I looked to Isa, expecting some reaction, but she was studying her plate. "That's all right with you, Isa? I'm not looking to cause more drama." "Hey, if it makes the two of you happy..." She shru