Teacher Student Love Story Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Remember that! She gave a sign to me to get near her. The teacher who will pick your ears? I miss that, the times when the your teacher is mean, it is such challenging. Now, look at the youth. They consider games as their challenge. Haysss. Mobile legends etc. “this one, let this be photocopied from page 25 to 75. 25 pieces each pages.” I also accepted the book, and I saw my classmates whispering to one another. I heard them say, this teacher would be really dead to Jeoff. Well, not as you think. She’s Jeoff’s fiancé.

Love always Helen Stephens.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

He cut in before pulling me into a kiss. "I love you, Eiran Richards." He whispered. "I love you, Charlie Preston." I replied, placing a peck on his forehead. His eyes widened in surprise at the use of his real name. "Theron Wilson is an average university lecturer for the department of sociology and anthropology, loving him would mean loving the lies and pretence, the falsehoods and fear. It would be a lie." I explained. "Charlie Preston is a brilliant, resilient, and beautiful man who has survived so much and still retained the capacity to love. He's the man I love; past, present, and future."

" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he got a glimpse of my spicy romance book, Lethal Vows by T.L Smith. "I.." I flushed deep red in embarrassment. What an asshole! It wasn't my fault that I loved reading smutty erotic books. Everyone had their own guilty pleasures and I won't be ashamed of mine. "I was just teasing you, my sister is a die hard fan of romance books. Are you a teacher?" He straightened helping me up. "Umm no. Why do you ask?" I frowned. Did I look like a teacher? I was dressed casually. "The combination of the books." He pointed out.

I pulled out the card to read it before he came. "My love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day. from the moment I set my eyes on you, until this day. I promise to nurture what we have and protect you with all I have" it read. it was handwritten making it more romantic, I held on to the letter smiling at the words. I thought he didn't like me. I had tried not to think about the marriage or my choice all day but thinking about it now, Ibrahim seemed deliberate and sincere. "Ma'am Mr Mukhtar is here to see you" Flora said over the landline interrupting my train of thought.

Arka stopped his car on the side of the road "I'm serious too. I like you, Nay. Ah more than that, I love you." "Why?" "You ask why? Is it really wrong for me to like you? Is there really a prohibition that teachers can't like their students?" "Yes." "What? Where's that ban from?!" "From me," Crazy, this time Naya is really crazy because she dared to talk to her crazy teacher. "Why? Is it because you don't like me?" Arka asked, trying desperately to control his emotions. "Yes, I don't like you. So it's better if you don't like me either."

“Hey, if something like that happens to us, let’s be honest, okay?” “If.” I smile. “Yes, if.” And I will no longer welcome any attraction or strange feelings for my professor. He’s just someone I admire because he’s a great artist, just as I’m a huge fan of Ryan Reynolds and Leonardo DiCaprio. It’s not even my first time having a crush on a teacher. I once had a crush on my math teacher, but I was completely over him when I graduated.

Her eyes sparkled every time she looked at the tall, slender and so different teacher. Fleur knew the girl adored her, but that didn't bother her. He thought that this influence could help Nizéa to convince her parents to allow her biggest dream: to go to university. She devoured the books he gave her, as if her curiosity and intelligence needed more and more. To the point that Fleur, days before, needed to call his attention: "I have my doubts he's really learning, reading so fast." Those books you read in one night took me a whole weekend.