Teacher Student Wattpad Novels & Stories

Four other people were sitting around a large oak table and they all looked older than me but they gave me a small smile when I sat down in the empty chair at the end. The teacher was a woman named Clara who had very bright eyes and she told us that today we were going to write a short story about a character who has to find their way home. She said that home did not have to be a building or a city and that it could be a feeling or a person. She gave us all a fresh piece of paper and a black pen and then she turned on some very quiet music that sounded like water falling over rocks. I looked at the blank page for a long time and I felt the familiar weight in my chest but I decided that I was

Everyone would rave about it. Aqua rolled her eyes. "You're easily convinced," she snarked. "If I do this, does this mean I can live long like you? I can see my son forever and ever? I will be with my loved ones for eternity?" Logan smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm in. But how do we do this?" Aqua asked. Logan turned to Violet. "This is where she comes in. Violet, please be their teacher." Aqua was stunned. "Do… Do you want to have us as your students?"

Theo’s younger self swirls around my head. A ten-year-old boy is wearing a bored look on his face. His white uniform has smudges of blood and dirt. He is holding a baseball bat and on his feet is a trembling and wounded student that is halfway on his werewolf shift. ‘What teacher?! You plan to annoy me too?!’ he asks. ‘Want to replace him on the ground?’ ‘Eugene! Students already know you are strong! There is no need to keep on reminding them!’

He saw me staring at her, and being the Denver I know he started telling stories about her, being linked with many of his guy students. He told me her name. Her name never left my mind ever since then. Quiva. Her name is so unique. I've never heard of that name before. He told me she's a play girl. I've never been attracted to players. I usually reject and avoid girls whose flirting with many boys. But when I found out she was a play girl. I damn wanted to be in her game and play with her. One day I just found myself applying to be a part-time teacher in her school even though I'm not really a graduate teacher. QUIVA

The anger and embarrassment that fog her voice is the least of my concern. “I need four students that have potential to be oompa loompas. There have to be mothers out there who think their child is the best and I’ll pay them.” My bribing voice overtakes any annoyance that grows deep within my chest. I know she refuses to talk with Wilson Geoffrey, the drama teacher, ever since she asked him out for drinks one day and he turned her down only to start dating the art teacher a few days later, but this is more important than a crushed ego. “Really? Isn’t there anything else I could do, like ask my students?” she offers.

Searching for new relationships,I teach in an high,I have a lot of words for them,if only they would open their arms for me,I will surely hug them warmly because crying alone hurts. By Lillian Ade. The class was quiet, they waited for their teacher to say something but she didn't, she left the class. Some students thought about their teacher's composition emotionally. "Wow, that kinda hurts me,teacher Lillian can't have a child" Tamara looks at her seatmate,Ada. "She can't have a child, that isn't something you tell everyone about,especially US,why did she tell us" Ada was talking to Tamara when Emmanuel jumped in since he was listening to them. He sits at the back of the girls.

She read through the blog before raising her eyebrow. “Best teacher?” she asked no one in particular. She remembered Samantha saying something along the lines of Mr Stanely once taught the GRK and even won the award of the best teacher. Seems like it was true. She chuckled after reading the blog post and Sia soon found herself scrolling through other blog posts. She grabbed her phone and saved Kelvin’s number, sending him question marks. His reply came almost immediately. Kelvin: I wanted you to open an account. So you don't miss out on all the juicy gists.

"Just in time to hear some whispers about a top-secret project, the students are working on for Teacher's Day. Care to join the brainstorming session?" Tyler's eyes flickered upwards for a brief moment, but his smile faltered slightly. "Oh, cool," he mumbled, taking a long sip of his coffee. "That's, uh, great. Listen, I hate to be a party pooper, but I've got some things piling up on my desk. Raincheck on the teacher appreciation planning?" A wave of understanding rippled through the room. "Absolutely, Tyler," Sophie said kindly. "We all know how those deadlines can creep up. Don't worry, we'll fill you in on all the details later.”

another student added. Alpha Xavier walked into the class out of the blue, and this time he was also alone, without his usual minions, catching me in his line of sight. His hazel eyes locked on mine, and he winked, but I rolled mine in disgust. “Get up,” he ordered a he-wolf at my left-hand side. The student stood immediately without question, and Xavier took the seat beside me just as the teacher walked into the class. “Good morning, students. I’m Miss Kate, your math teacher,” she announced, already writing something on the board.

Another girl stepped forward. Then another. “Does he always have this many students around him?” I asked. Elena nodded. “Pretty much.” “Seriously?” “He’s popular.” “I can see that.” “He has one of the highest student satisfaction ratings in the faculty.” I blinked. “That’s a thing?” “It is.” “And he’s…good?” She looked at me as though I had asked whether the sky was blue. “You weren’t paying attention?” “I was.” “You literally admitted you weren’t.” “I changed my mind.”