Tori Tortures Teacher Novels & Stories

Slowly, I lift my head to see that every single person in class is staring at me, and at the front of the room, the lecturer is glaring as if I've just committed a crime. “Miss Tori,” he calls out my name sharply. “What did you just say?” “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to—” “Of course you didn’t mean to…because clearly you are not paying attention.” “I am, sir. I just—” I stop myself, shaking my head quickly. “It won’t happen again.” He watches me for a moment, irritation etched across his face. “Better see to it that it doesn’t.” “Yes, sir.”

Tyler said happily even though Jake could see hatred and wrath in his eyes, he could also sense his wolf beaming with anger. Meanwhile, Flora got herself back up and said to the teacher. "It's all good, let's commence!” “Alright, let's get to it” The teacher said, Flora immediately charged again towards Calliope but Callie had become conscious of the fact that she had to discover Flora’s weakness real quick. Callie weaved the fist and gave her a knee kick to Flora's belly, Flora became a mess as Calliope kicked her again, Flora puked a little fluid as she fell, the teacher yelled

It wasn't. Her head hurts again. This time coming with sharp pain as memories of Wade's mockery, Elena having stabbed and betrayed her, comes flooding in and filling the cracks in her mind. Now she remembers every single bit of it. Tori struggles to get up from the cold ground, determined to get answers later as everything seems to be okay now. She feels her worms echoing in her stomach, demanding for food. Tori decides to head downstairs, hoping to find something to eat, and eventually get answers to her questions.

“Mom, I am not making anything up. Miss Never is real!” “She was the one who put Doraemon on for us this afternoon!” A flare of anger shot through me. Did Miss Zinn not say she was switching to Tom and Jerry? The moment we got home, I pulled up the classroom surveillance footage. I wanted to see with my own eyes who was lying. The moment that blue robot cat holding the Memory Bread appeared on the TV screen, I completely lost it. I clipped the footage immediately and sent it to the class group, tagged Miss Zinn, and asked: [Miss Zinn, what is going on here?]

I smiled, “Please tell me” “Its just, everyone keeps saying to me why are you even bothering? You’ll just leave her again like every other time! That I am torturing you. Maybe this was all a mistake...” I sat there confused and I have never seen Abran look that guilty in all my life. Even though his statement knocked me for a six, I still stood by my decision. He didn’t say anything as he stood up, taking both our bowls with him as he walked into the kitchen. I watched as he fumbled through cupboards before he pulled out a clean bandage then filled up a small bowl with warm water and some liquid. I couldn’t read the label so I just waited while he walked back into the room.

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

"You can't just fire me, Sir Berlouz! It's her fault in the first place---" "Bitch, who told you to fucking talk back? Did I give you the power?" He stood up before dragging the teacher out. She fell on the floor. I covered my mouth in so much shock. Why did he do that to her!? "I don't want to see your face ever again. You can't be a teacher, you fucking bitch, if you treat every students the way you treat her. You should be at least thankful she attends your boring class. You're so boring that I choose to sleep the rest of your time because YOU.ARE.BORING. And USELESS. What a waste of education. You don't deserve to be here in my school. Fucking bitch." He shut the door close right after h

"P-Please don't hit me! I'll behave! I'll do as I'm told…" That person furrowed their brow, looking completely bewildered. "Bennett Sorell? Is that really you?" I cautiously took a peek as I heard that familiar voice and realized that it was Paul Guest, my former teacher. I had been on excellent terms with him back in my school days. Mr. Guest asked, "What on earth happened to you? Does Delilah know about this? I mean, she treasures you more than anything in the world." I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh after hearing that. I was no longer the younger brother Delilah valued over her own life ever since she brought Nathan, that poor scholarship student, into our home.

Our form teacher snapped sharply. Nora froze and looked at her. "Is that wha t I think it is, on your neck?" She asked as she pointed at the hickey in Nora's neck. "Busted!" I screamed in my head.

He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad. I tucked my script into my bag and headed for the bathroom. I had barely gotten in when suddenly I felt a pain in my hair. “You did it again bitch” Selene said to me with gritted teeth. Selen Sharma. My greatest enemy in school. “I bet she slept her way to an A” Stacy added. “Let go of my hair” I said to them struggling to free myself with my hand “Or what?” Danilella asked me, pulling my hand away from my head giving me no support system.