The Teacher's Pet Book Novels & Stories

TeacherPet: well I was never really in a position to TeacherPet: except during #3 TeacherPet: but by then I was just like.. out of it Me: was that a good thing? TeacherPet: very good TeacherPet: fishing for compliments? Me: Just asking… TeacherPet: uh huh TeacherPet: so what do you think? Me: I like it Me: Especially the licking thing TeacherPet: really? Me: Yeah it's very… primal Me: and sexy TeacherPet: ya TeacherPet: well im glad you like it

It felt safer to keep some distance until it was clear that he wouldn't lose his temper again. "Fair?" He scoffed out loud. "But isn't that what happens to pets? They get locked up in a fancy, nice cage until their owners feel like spending some time with them," he added coldly. I clenched my fists tightly. Did he just compare me to an animal? "I know I signed that ridiculous contract that made me your pet, but it's not right to actually treat me like one when I'm not," I asserted. He slapped the papers in his hand onto the table, left them there, and eased back into his seat with a deep sigh. "What happened to your manners? Do you need to be taught a lesson again?" he asked with a frown, an

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

She shook her head, "No. Just the things that you said at the pet store made you really off-putting." I took a moment to respond, trying to think back on what I had said. To be honest I really didn't remember those details of that day. "Like what?" She responded with her voice deepened as if it were supposed to be mine, "I like a pet that knows how to scream." I just stared at her, my eyes round. I had forgotten that I said that. Geez no wonder she took so long to warm up to me. "Well yea, the Pet Master wouldn't get off my ass about why I wanted you out of all the other choices, So I just told him what he wanted to hear," I explained.

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Black slacks, bright blue button up shirt and matching heels showed off her slim figure. “No, ma’am. There’s several teachers in my family and I’ve already read these books.” Dean admitted. She did not want to admit that the majority of the teachers in her family were college professors. And she certainly did not want to admit that the deal with Cheryl, Nicole and Jennifer was that for every ‘classic’ that she read, they would provide her with a ‘smut’ book to read. Especially since the current themes that they had been reading were omega-verse and why choose/reverse harems. But seriously, what woman would give up having three or four men pamper her and please her?

I like it black on some days—this is perfect. “I see, you were looking a little pale earlier—I thought you’re not feeling well or something.” Pete sat down and began working on his activity plan for the next class he’s handling. Pete is a P.E. teacher and one that kids love. He and I got along well. A lot of teachers here specially the female ones tend to be a bit snobby and short tempered so it’s usually the guys who gets along well. “I could use a bit of sleep before class starts though.” I groaned which made the man laugh.

“You’ll oversee Pedro’s correction. You’ll bring me the package yourself. And you’ll do it alone. No distractions, and no pretty little students waiting in the dark.” Student?, He knew Ethan was a student?. Oh Gwad I'm ruined. I bowed my head. “Understood.” He lifted the bottle, poured another inch into my glass, then his own. “Drink. Then go clean up your mentor’s mess. When it’s done, you come home. We’ll carve a new feather into someone who deserves it.” I took the glass. Drained it. "I've appointed a your liked terms so you all can get me what I want."He said.

"Can I see the book, Pete?" "Yes, sir." Pete immediately passed the book over, and it only took some long seconds from Tom's perspective for a storm to brew in his teacher's brows, that was when he knew that he was done for. "So, here you are, instead of listening and paying attention to my class, you prefer to read inordinate and hideous magic arts books and was muttering curses you learned at me?" The class gasped. The teacher was looking at him with what was obviously no less than a tornado in his eyes.

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.