Teacher-student Novels & Stories

If I'm going to choose Nicholas, is he going to choose me too? We both know what kind of situation we are in. We don't want to have a relationship like this. He's my professor and I am his student. Even now that I'm not really his student anymore, he's still a teacher. He is a professor at the school I attend. We shouldn't be in this kind of relationship.

Just like a teacher had the right to choose a student, so does a student have the right to choose or accept a teacher, likewise. “Good. From now hence, you shall refer to me as Teacher Kira.” Clenching my fists, I said with a lowered head, “Teacher Kira, Stephanie pays respect to you!” Pleased, she nodded and tapped my shoulder, gracefully. “It seems your prowess is still innate, at the moment. With quality grooming, you should be able to unleash it, bit by bit, and become the greatest Beast Tamer of your age. “Now that fate has bond us with this teacher and student relationship, be sure that the world would have you to reckon with.”

I pretended not to be annoyed by his actions. "What exactly do teachers do? They make their students study and help them pass the exam. That's what you have to do. Understood?" He gritted his teeth and I felt like crying. No one has treated me like that before. Even in my former school, my students appreciated my teaching and I got awarded several times for being the most hardworking teacher of the year. But today, this person disrespected me and my profession. "What is happening here?" A loud voice alerted us and Stefan looked pale.

“Students are ready whenever you are.” He nodded sharply, voice steady despite nothing in him feeling steady. “I’ll be there shortly.” He closed the door again. Eden had already gathered her bag, standing near the window now, arms wrapped around herself. Their eyes met. No hiding. No pretending. No distance. “Sit in the front,” he whispered. She exhaled—something like a shiver passing through her. “I always do.” He walked into the classroom five minutes late. Every time he taught, he taught standing—pacing, gesturing, filling the room with movement.

He stared hard right back at me. Maybe I expected him to cower, apologize, or do something to calm my anger. Instead, he was staring at me, knowing fully well he had nothing to say to defend his honour. “Well, scared puppy or whatever the fuck your name is, now’s not the time to bark, okay? I am not going to entertain questions. I’m still in the middle of teaching.” “Well, you dumb thief, I do know that a student has every fucking right to demand clarification from a teacher. I’m a student, you’re the teacher. I’m confused, and I demand clarification. Do your fucking job.”

With graduation three months away, the seniors in my advising cohort still hadn't finished the internship credits they needed. I talked my father into taking all of them at Morgan Components: three thousand a month after tax, free room and board, weekends off. Brooke Hayes, our senior class president, was the first to object. "Three thousand? That's what you throw at a panhandler. Everyone, I've already found us placements. Eighteen thousand a month. They sign off on the paperwork after thirty days, and the company's flying us overseas on top of it." I told them it had every mark of a recruitment trap, and I called their parents. Brooke turned the whole cohort against me. They said I'd us

Before Leon could answer, Ronald suddenly laughed as if mocking the situation at the table. “Yeah, you're right, Kelly. All of us sitting at this table have fallen in love with our own students,” he said with a wide grin. “That's how we should act as teachers whose job is to educate the next generation. Yeah, by dating our own students. That's a good joke. I just can't wrap my head around your way of thinking, Joan. I mean—”

I purposely call her like that so that we are more familiar so that there is no such thing as a barrier between teacher and student but more to partners. I like to be alone and prefer to be silent ever since I know my teacher. I immediately become chatty because I feel more comfortable, let alone teasing her. It has become my new hobby moment. Not impolite, but when teasing her out, her fierce face was hilarious. It felt like she wanted to be sacked and locked up in the room. Huh? I just found out that packaging is not just for small children. But, my beautiful Miss, so adorable. If l don't remember, she's my teacher, and I'll date her.

She said. “Yes, I know that---but what I mean is do you know how he behaves towards his students in general?” I ask and she leans back and thinks for a second. “He Is known for being cold, what I mean by cold is he doesn't even smile while teaching not even once even how many times students greet him, he will just be looking at them flatly.” She said nod her head at me. “That’s what my cousin said to me, he actually likes giving students low grades and when I say low grade, I mean failing grade. My cousin told me that her classmate really cried in their room after hearing her grade---actually a lot of them did.” She added and drank juice.

Li Wei briefly answered his wife’s question. As they walked on the hallways, students began to whisper to each other. “Don’t they look good together?” “Are they dating?” " They should date." "Hello! Are you out of your mind? You know that student and teacher relationship is a big no-no!" “They are so cute.” “Professor Jian is so hot in his casual clothes.” Lihua didn't mind what the others would think because they are kind of right when they said that student and teacher's relationship is a big no on the school rules.