Teacher X Novels & Stories

Slight nods of understanding were seen. "So, we have a substitute teacher who will take Ms. Rebecca's place. Let me introduce you to your new math teacher. Mr. Xander Colt." As soon as the head said these words. A man walked inside the classroom with slow powerful steps. It was as if all the breath was knocked out of her system.

"Seeing you get all those accolades, I can't help but wonder how a low-quality educator like you deserves to teach, let alone shape young minds!" Yale's fists clenched and shook with rage as he shot back. "Every teacher loves a high-achiever! If anyone's to blame, it's you for not trying hard enough! "I've been teaching for years, and there are so many top scholars! I've done my duty by the school, by everyone! "You failing students, it's your character that's flawed! Don't you even know to respect and honor your teachers?" The online comments were blowing up with outrage.

I asked him innocently, I know what he's talking about but don't show it, my dad and Mr Gray are like best friend but Melvin and I are definitely enemies. "Nathaniel, you know what am I talking about." He sighed and took off his squared glasses. "No, I absolutely have no idea." I scratched my ear lobe. "You...you had sex with a teacher!" He yelled. "Ahh her name was Cheril or something." I scrunched my eyebrows, I did fucked a teacher, she was my french teacher, a tutor. She taunted me with her hot body, I couldn't help it. "Yes her, do you know how many times I had to find a French tutor for you?"

It was then that the bell that hung at the door rang. The young man in casual clothes came in on time, with his silk glasses and a handsome and elegant face. Everyone was stunned. The first thing was that people were so young. The second is, he didn't expect to look very handsome! "My surname is Xie, you can call me Teacher Xie." He glanced at the class and smiled mildly. "Before class, I would like to see how well you know the economy." He leaned over and knocked on the computer keyboard a few times, and a question appeared on the screen.

She’s wearing very sexy but at least decent a clothes for a teacher. She smiled as she saw how many of her students were there. "Good afternoon everyone. I am Ms. Sheena. You can call me Ma'am Sheen if you want," she introduced herself while smiling. Emma clenched her fist when she remembered the first time she saw the teacher. She is the girl who is talking to Mr. Rayven last time. She didn’t even think that she would be her teacher today. She just glared at her, that the teacher immediately noticed, but decided to ignore. After a minute someone at the back of the class suddenly walked towards the front while his head was down.

Grayson asked. Jenson replied, “Don’t find excuses for your own ignorance.” Storm tugged at Grayson’s sleeve. “If we can’t answer, I highly doubt this teacher they find can either.” Baby Robbie smiled charmingly in response. “This teacher of ours is all-knowing and all-capable, though.” “Cut the nonsense and just tell me who it is. I’d like this to meet such a divine entity as well,” Grayson spoke impatiently. Baby Robbie replied, “I’ll only say it once. The teacher’s name is Miss G.”

I paused, then added carefully, "Though I suppose people would be careful not to get caught if they were doing something wrong." Mrs. Chen's eyes sharpened. "That's true. Have you noticed any teachers and students spending unusual amounts of time together? Meeting after hours, perhaps?" "Lots of teachers stay late to help students. Mr. Peterson does math tutoring, Coach Williams has practice, Ms. Rodriguez runs the debate club." "What about the English department? My heartbeat quickened, but I kept my face impassive. "Mr. Hales is new this year. He seems nice. Good teacher." "Have you noticed him paying special attention to any students?"

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

I smiled, hoping he wouldn't stab me with a knife. "Exactly... and I am your...?" "My... ugh... physics... teacher!" I exclaimed, smiling nervously. "Right... so, tell me Winslow... when a student, sees his... or her teacher walk into the class, what do they do?" He asked, venomously while walking from left to right. "They... ugh... stand up... and greet him!" I said, my lips tugging to form a timid smile. "That is correct... so, Miss Winslow..." He said and turned around sharply, to face me. "What did you do when your lecturer walked in?"