The Teacher's Pet Book Novels & Stories

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Elaina’s breath caught as he pulled out a thick, aged book bound in dark leather, its surface etched with faded symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the low light. Her heart skipped. “No,” she breathed. “Yes,” Jone said, eyes twinkling. “I call it the dragon compendium. I think you music tunes you speak of is in it… the one you’ve been missing.” Elaina stared at it, stunned. “How… how do you have that?” The book looked exactly like the one they had left behind in the palace… only a little rough due to previous handling. She almost thought it was the same one but she remembered Drake had most warriors were given to book to study from.

As long as I didn’t let my gaze take in the beauty beside me, then I wouldn’t feel a thing. This was easy. I was a teacher, and I taught new adults all the time, and I was always able to avoid any temptations when it came to them, and yet, even now with the view out of my periphery, I feel my body hum with excitement and my dick twitch, and I know that no amount of trying to convince myself would stop the taboo things I was feeling.

This Dickweed nearly destroyed the only thing I had left of her. I can't believe he was about to kill us until I agreed to be his, "pet". I don't even know what that means, besides the fact it's something sexual. Do I just fuck him when he needs relief? I mean, he said "his" pet, so I assume he's not going to pass me around to all his men...right? "We're almost home, Mama." Mama. Why does every time he call me that, my stomach clenches? What the hell is wrong with me? How could I possibly get aroused by my father's murderer?

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I silently opened my door, only to find they had left their door ajar. Now, I could hear every word they exchanged. "Be gentle. Noah is next door," Selena said, her scolding half-hearted. "How am I supposed to hold back?" Aidan replied. "Seeing him around you drives me crazy." She giggled. "Here we go, again. I've told you once, and I'll tell you again—I only keep him around because he's useful. "I never meant anything I said to him in high school, but he believed every word. From then on, he followed me around like a lost puppy. Honestly, I've wanted to get rid of him for ages."

he holds up a copy of the book, tapping the cover to the whole class. “Would anyone like to start the discussion?” Mr. Turner looks around the room and then he looks at me “Savannah how about you?” When I hear my name, I look up “Oh uh … this is one of my favorite books.” Mr. Turner looks surprised at my admission “Care to tell us what you think Miss. Blakemoore?” I start to twiddle my fingers, a habit of mine when I’m nervous. “Well, the book has a couple of meanings” I hear a boy from the back row fake cough ‘teacher’s pet’ and the rest of the class starts to laugh.

I say as I take a few of the strawberries, they are huge, I smile to myself, I have to thank Lady Rockbell. Soon we were cuddled on the sofa, and it’s not a big sofa, yet it works somehow, our bodies meeting in the most comfortable way known to man as we feed each other ice cream covered strawberries. He went for the medium one in the end, he doesn’t complain when I share with him. “What’s your current favorite book?” I ask, His body literally vibrates with excitement, making me chuckle, and he launches into a spiel, telling me about this book he was reading currently, a romance novel about a student and her professor, Her Professor’s Pet is the title, and obviously I am intrigued.

“Minerva, I've found the best class to fix you into.” “Okay,” she replied. Tearing a page from the book in his hands, He gave it to Minerva who immediately took it. Mr Gael glanced up at her and pretended he wasn't looking. Minerva frowned and looked at the short man whose beady eyes were staring at her. A light chuckle left her lips and she tilted her head. “I can read Mr Gael,” she answered his unsaid question with a proud smirk on her face. “Good,” he replied, pushing his glasses to rest on his small nose. “For someone who grew up in Blueshead, a girl at that. You're surely lucky.”

She was an older lady with gray hair and glasses on a chain, and she always smelled like peppermint tea. "Iniko Moreau," she said with a warm smile. "You're here bright and early. First day back going well?" "Really well," I confirmed, heading to the reading corner where I'd stashed a dinosaur book last week. "I just wanted to get some reading done before class starts." "That's my kind of student," Mrs. Chen approved. "Help yourself. Let me know if you need anything." I settled into one of the big armchairs with my book, losing myself in descriptions of Tyrannosaurus Rex hunting patterns and pack behavior theories. I'd read this section three times already, but it was still fascinating.