Teacher Student Love Novels & Stories

Being directly propositioned by a student doesn't make him flinch. He crosses his long legs, completely unbothered. "You are still young, Rea," he sighs, his tone dripping with sweet, patronizing patience. He reaches out, gently attempting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You are confusing lust with admiration. I am your teacher. This heat you feel is just a childish attachment. When you grow up, you will understand." I catch his wrist mid-air before his fingers can touch my face. His skin is incredibly hot.

All I could think about was protecting my family and ensuring he didn’t slip into our lives uninvited. “That's nice and all… but I just hope you’re not doing it for control. Most teachers like that just want power over little individuals,” I said, stealing a glance at Shimma, who was watching me closely. “But I’m sure you’re not like that.” I said, my voice filled with sarcasm. “Of course I'm not! I love what I do, and I do it because I love it, not because I need control,” he shot back defensively. I nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

And because of that, I felt myself falling in love instantly. After that, my gaze followed him everywhere as he taught his lessons. And when I saw him in the halls, I found myself wondering where exactly he was going. There were even times when I saw him chatting and laughing with beautiful teachers that I felt jealous and wished that I could be them too, but in the end, I knew that my one-sided love would never come to fruition. How could it when I was a student and he was my teacher? It was taboo, forbidden, and something that could cost him greatly, and yet, I wished more than anything that somehow he would fall in love with me too.

Kaluna slowed her footsteps when she heard a female voice from the teacher's office whose door was open. "Sorry, I can't." Kaluna's eyes widened when he heard Estefan's voice replying in his signature flat tone. "But Sir, I really like you ... Can't you accept my feelings?" "You should be aware of the status between you and me, because teachers and students are not entitled to have a special relationship beyond anything." Estefan cut in coldly and firmly. Kaluna glanced slightly through the crack of the door and saw the female student forced herself to smile but was not strong enough to reply to Estefan's words.

“You asked me why I had that look on my face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revelation. The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.” Steffy was taken aback. “Tell me, Sir. Do you have any reason why you shared that poem with me?” Clutching her hand, the teacher looked gazed at her full of adoration. “This is the moment of truth that I’ve been waiting for, Steffy. I want you to know that I like you and I’m willing to include you in my plans. I think I’m in love with you.” Steffy was lost for words. Tears started to brim in her eyes as she stared at the man across her. “S-Sir,” she said

From what I was able to glean, and from how tightly she was pressing against him, she must have developed a crush on him. I mean, I don’t blame her. Anyone would have a crush on Professor Arthur. He has that effect on people. But for her to do this? My parents will skin me if they ever see me doing this. If they see me here right now. “Niko please!” Elaine cried out, her voice shrill and desperate. “I love you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Does the sight of mean pain do nothing to you!” “It doesn’t,” was his immediate reply. “Relations between a teacher and student are inappropriate. You should have known better.”

That's all, you can leave now. When he uttered the last sentence, they all literally ran out of the room. I don't know why they don't like mathematics, it's the subject we use most in our daily lives, it's necessary to know at least the basic concepts in case at some point we have a problem. That's my favorite class of all the classes I get, especially because Professor Matthews teaches very well and does his job perfectly. I don't know why most people hate it, I guess because it's very strict, but it must be if you really want to learn something.

“Yeah. I’m pretty much better now.” “Though I still stand with my words. What happened, shouldn’t have happened.” She gave me look before straightening her posture and coming over to my bench. She stood few feet away from it and spoke. “Listen to me, Noah. Never romanticize something that’s wrong and unacceptable. Being in a relationship with your teacher is wrong and unacceptable for various good reasons. Always right your wrong. Calling out the system for something its right about, isn’t cool. Never throw the argument that love has no boundaries and it doesn’t care if it’s a teacher or a student. It’s not strong enough. Because even though love is blind but we are not. And I don’t mean it

she yelled. "I care about you!" I hold her back, my hands shaking just to be in such a situation with her. "Can't I do that as a teacher? What's wrong about caring about you? I stare into her teary eyes that are worsening the pain inside of me. "Don't say your Lust as Care... Stop paying attention to me, Mr. Timothy... You're just hurting me even more...." she said in a quavering voice, before walking away, to leave me alone on my spot, thinking why the hell is I even doing this, I haven't care about other girls before so why am I like this in front of her...

"Big deal, so my English teacher hates me now. I mean, what happened to your big speech from the other day about how as a teacher you want what's best for your students, huh?" "Taylor, I do not hate you. Maybe I did once, though don't insult me by pretending it wasn't mutual. I..." No. I cut myself short. "I don't know, maybe I could have loved you, even. Maybe. I loved being with you, at least. Regardless, I don't give two craps whether you think that the teacher-student factor diminishes the sentiment or not. It doesn't to me. I got into this whole stupid mess because of that feeling, and once I started, and I saw you as something other than a bratty little vixen, I couldn't resist going f