Novel & Cerita Victorious Teacher Sikowitz

Maybe I was just too calculating him to the point where I was being a skeptic. The students sauntered outside the room, as I sat still and watched as Sir Richards rubbed his forehead. He was the youngest teacher in Kingsley and it was apparent in his face. He was also the most strict and perfectionist among all of the teachers I’d been having a class with. And most importantly, the most distinct thing that could easily describe him was . . . he’s pretty hot.

Many would think it was just him being battle ready but only the teachers knew the real reason behind that look. When Orie made the comment that he was better than all the teachers combined, not many of them took it well and their anger did not die. Ellie took her time to look around the stadium and saw that Chris was not the only one with that look in his eyes; there were a few exceptions but it was basically all the teachers of the school. They may not have shown it his previous match because they thought he was bluffing but after his victory over Cal, they realized that if he won the tournament, his claims would be as good as true. So now with every fiber of their being, they wanted him o

"Well, I won't give you your test results and I could also expel you because you have done something that violates the school." "Mr Arka can't do that!! I will reveal everything you did to me!!" "Go ahead. You yourself will suffer the loss. First, you will be expelled from school because of your case. Second, if not, you will get the wrath of all the female students here because you are liked by a handsome teacher like me. So what about Naya? My offer is only valid for 24 hours. It's not difficult, right?" "You're really cunning!" Naya exclaimed while glaring sharply at her crazy teacher. Just imagine, where is there a teacher who uses his power to trap his students? Asking his student to be

Will a supreme effort of will he got control and managed to concentrate on Amenhotep III enough to spoil Harvitz's fun. "Okay, Mr Jim," The teacher said about halfway through the period. "Let's have a bit of a pop quiz, since you seem such a master of this topic." Harvitz roiled over to Jim's desk. Jim could only look on as Harvitz worked Skye's latex g-string down over her ass until it was level with the top of her boots. He saw now that Harvitz was moving his arm behind her. Skye's expression didn't change at all, still staring at him mockingly.

I mumbled quietly for only Tanner and Logan to hear, “Perfect.” The students were getting out of their cars and gathering their stuff when I saw a tall familiar figure getting out of one of the them. The day couldn’t get more fucked up, I thought to myself as we watched them come towards us. “Finally, the Opal pack could join us,” the teacher said. That tall figure walked forward to him with a smile and shook the teacher’s hand. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Pierce,” the teacher said.

"You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself." He picked up a pencil with the paper containing attendance before walking forward, his eyes finding their way to the girl ever so often. " I will call out your names and I want a loud and clear reply." He could not wait to find out her name and even hear her voice. "Sarah Andrews?" He started reading out the names, each student responding as he asked them to. Until, "Kayla Jones?" "Present." Came a soft reply. Victor's head snapped up and he looked in her direction, her voice were so soft and soothing. Causing a calmne

I shook off my curiosity. I settled into my chair, and we waited for the teacher. Victoria, Dominic, and I chatted about various topics. Eventually, a graceful woman walked in. I recognized her from around town, but hadn't known she would be our teacher. Her name was Nikita. She had jet-black hair wrapped in a sleek bun and wore contact lenses. Tall and with an air of strictness, she immediately commanded the room's attention. Nikita began the lesson, her voice clear and authoritative. However, partway through, a random guy made a dirty comment about her skirt, expecting to dominate her as they have always done to others. They were used to softness and underestimated her resolve.

“He took you to the clubhouse.” Not a question. Dominic doesn’t ask questions he already knows the answers to – he makes statements that function as invitations to confess, and the technique is so effective in his classroom that students volunteer information they weren’t planning to share, and the technique is equally effective in this kitchen because my hand tightens on the water glass and my body goes still in a way that confirms everything his statement implied. “Viktor saw you.”

Twenty-Six - Daniel King’s POV – “Everyone! Sit down!” It was Mrs. Onevic’s voice that made the whole class quiet, as she was walking towards the teacher’s table. Though few of my classmates were still chatting and walking towards their sits, she continued, “Congratulations, graduates for your hard work.” She paused as she glanced at everyone with a smile, “All of you passed the 4th quarter.”