The Good Teacher Novels & Stories

A affection like I had never felt filled my body. With two fingers under her chin, I tilted her head up so I could look at her. Her lips curved into a smile as she met my gaze. "You It is good too much in that. AND better what you have been one gift given away per God. Or we will have problems.” I he said. Your eyes shone. "I only I had one teacher very good."

"Hey! Psst psst!" Someone hissed behind trying to get his attention. He ignored at first and put all his attention on the teacher who was standing in front of the class, pointing her fingers at the large map which hung by the side of the whiteboard. Miss Maryanne Hampton was his Geography teacher. She was one of the best teachers they had in Darkota High School and every student she taught could attest to that. She had a very unique way of explaining things to the students which helped to make the lessons stick to their brains. She was also smartly dressed all the time and wore large rimmed glasses too.

Steffy moaned. “Does it feel good, Steffy?” the teacher asked, both of his hands clasped the cheeks of her bum. She could only moan. No one had ever ravaged and pleasured her body like this. She felt so intoxicated by it. She could do this with him all day and still cannot get enough. And yet, she cannot tell him that. She knew things have to come to an end so she was savoring every moment of it. She did not want her little mouth to ruin everything she found exciting just like Teacher Greg’s expertise in exploring her body. Her moans should be enough to let him know how much she’s enjoying it.

Sam overheard when one of the teachers, a balding potbellied man, whispered in another teacher's ear: "I heard that the coffin is closed because she had a very nasty accident." "Is that right?" "Yes. The poor thing was wandering alone in the rain and couldn't swerve in time. The bastard driver didn't even render aid. It was instantaneous death." "She was such a good student..." The woman wipes her tears with a handkerchief before continuing, "She never gave me a hard time. She was well-behaved, hard-working. Maybe a little outcast and antisocial, but..." The girl falls back into tears. The teacher comforts her by patting her shoulder.

“So, what seems to be the problem, Ms. Kingstein?” Mr. Wilson looked like any other teacher, and he also acted normal. If only I didn’t know his background, I would really admire him for the way he teaches so well that made the students here to be very good in Mathematics. But I really can’t admire him, not after knowing just how much he made Nova go through something all alone.

She smiled at me before standing up and walking around her desk and finally leaned against it, facing me. “When I was in high school, there was this really handsome teacher who used to teach mathematics there. And just like every student here adore Mr Brown, all the girls in my school drooled over that teacher. He was just like Mr Brown, soft, polite, kind, good looking, and wealthy. Not as wealthy as him but he was well off.” She took a pause.

He asked "No sir! She is a bad teacher!" Everyone in the class shouted! "No sir, I do try my best! You Can ask Shadrach!" Nana said almost in tears While The HOS slowly walked class to Shadrach "Is she a good teacher?" He asked Shadrach could not say, he looked at Nana, and Nana was looking straight to his eye While everyone in the class also was waiting to hear him because he is really main obstacle now "No! She is a bad teacher" Shadrach answered while everyone in the class smiles

Karen Goodwill always respects him, so she happily converses with him. Later, in the classroom, Karen Goodwill receives a text message from Gordon Williams. "Don't smile at him. I'm jealous," he writes. Karen Goodwill laughs. She doesn't expect Gordon Williams to be so childish. But she loves it. "Behave. Jim is my teacher. I respect him. There's no love between us. You understand me, right?" she replies. Karen Goodwill's message doesn't ease Gordon Williams's worries. He answers, "I trust you, but I don't trust that guy."

Plastering on a smile, she says, "We're more than thrilled to have you, Cora." I find a pencil sharpener sitting on my chair. I flick it away and lower myself, turning to the page the teacher instructs. The lesson goes okay. Mrs. Danby is a good teacher, the kind of person who eats, breathes, lives math. Her passion practically oozes out of her body like honey. The rest of my morning classes go by, thankfully, uneventfully. I decide to play it safe and skip lunch today. Maybe the damn Prince will finally chill his shit if I give him some space.

“Are they moving against her?” Teacher paused. “Not openly.” Yet. The unspoken word lingered clearly between us. I exhaled slowly. “So what happens now?” “You continue leading,” Teacher replied simply. “That’s it?” “Yes.” I stared at him. “That sounds suspiciously easy.” “It will not remain easy.” That honesty almost made me smile. Almost. Before ending the call, Teacher looked at me one last time. “Your mother inspired loyalty,” he said quietly. A pause. “You inspire movement.” Then the screen went dark.