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From him? Brent recovers first. "We’re the best students!" he crows. A girl in the front row turns in her seat, away from her friend, flashing Jace a coy smile. "That’s because we had the best teacher," she says, her tone dripping with admiration—and something more. My head has never turned faster.

Many of the boys crossed their fingers as they really want their new teacher to be hot and beautiful. Even the gulping sound can be heard. All the students gasped when they saw a beautiful woman entering their room with books held closely to her chest. She's beautiful just like a goddess. Her short black hair which she flipped just now is suited to her perfectly. The way she walked towards her desk swaying her hips from left to right made all the boys to drool over her, not only boys even the girls were amazed by her.

Adrian Del Mundo. Why, out of all the places she could go, she suddenly went to Del Mundo's Mansion? How did she get there? Has everything been easy for her living with her Hot Teacher? Would they grow closer and have feelings for each other? Is Andra willing to risk everything? And what will happen if her schoolmates and other teachers find out that SHE IS LIVING WITH HER HOT TEACHER? ****** DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, businesses, places, events are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fiction manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental.

"Yeah. Teacher Anne is really pitiful. The police had arrived and they were now securing the place. Students and even some teachers are not allowed to walk near the area. I believe after another ten minutes or so, the school will dismiss the students, aside from those at the scene when she was discovered." Agatha looked around and saw that on every messy table of the canteen, students were also busy gossiping about the matter and sympathizing with the dead teacher. Teacher Anne was actually a very popular teacher in the school because she was both competent and beautiful. Countless male students dreamt of having a forbidden teacher-student relationship with her. Even girls liked her because

“Tell me right now who sent you this note!” “I don’t know.” I said, and technically that was true. The note hadn’t been signed, even though I was pretty sure it was from Jace. “I would be_” “Liar!” he shouted. “You’re just like all the other girls. Playing innocent while you’re probably screwing half the school behind my back!” Teachers started appearing, drawn by the commotion. “What’s going on here?” one of them called out. “Break it up, all of you! Get to your next classes!”

"Are you actually doing work in between classes?" "You act like your new," I said giggling a little. "Hey if he is as hot as they say, you never know." "Chris, your ridicules. He is never going to give you the time of day." "You don't know that." I just rolled my eyes at her. Christina and I both had History as our last class of the day. I guess I was a little curious to see this new hot teacher of ours. The bell rang and Christina met me outside of our history class. "You ready?" She asked me and I just shook my head at her and headed inside the room. The new teacher wasn't there yet and we just took our normal seats. The class started to fill up and just as I bent over to pull out my histo

I put the pen on the paper, and just as I was about to write my little story, there was a knock at the door. “Come in," Mr. Dalton ordered, not taking his eyes off me and urging me to write. In my curiosity, I turned around and saw another teacher, a female, walking up to Mr. Dalton. Her face soon filled with color, and I knew that Mr. Dalton had taken his eyes off me and was staring at her. “What is going on here?" she asked politely, yet I knew she was trying her best to get Mr. Dalton's attention. They all were, and seeing her act all sexy in front of him made me cringe and feel a stab of jealousy.

One wrong move, and we'll lose everything. My eyes watch the girls faint. Some of them touch the wrong key, the sound of the incorrect chime echoes in the vast, cold hall. Four female teachers stand on guard, their gazes sweeping over everyone, every faltering step, every moment of despair. While some faint beneath the stress, some manage to escape, the metallic click of a successful lock providing a brief reprieve.

Giving her one last look, I begin to move, but I don’t get too far before two teachers rush toward me. “Yeah, yeah.” I chuckle, lifting my hands. “I surrender.” Stopping entirely, I wait until they swarm me and give me looks of disapproval. As they do, the girl that I body-slammed comes rushing up with crocodile tears spilling down her face. “Professor Jeffrey’s.” She sobs, burying her face in her hands. “I… I….” She continues, laying it on thick. “I was just trying to greet her, and she… she…”

That bright morning was a decisive day for Alisa Garbareva at Kartovik Girls High School. On this day, she would present all the results of her research entitled 'Social Conditions of Society in the Vitania Autonomous Region' to the examining teachers. There were about 5 teachers, consisting of the principal, Diana Bjolgnir, senior teacher and main caster of the magical girls, Mariya Erlensdottir, Rumia Firlidina, and two other senior teachers. They looked at a number of files from Alisa's research results while listening to the girl speak.