Novel & Cerita Victorious Tori Tortures Teacher

I am engrossed in what the teacher is saying and Liz keeps asking questions about the evolution topic I think the teacher might actually be annoyed now. Tory pokes me and I almost jump out of my seat.I knock over one of my books and apologize as everyone turns to look at me.Tory can barely hold her laughter and she also bends to pick something imaginary while trying to quell her laughter.After she has herself calm,she hands me a note.

"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

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

Tori’s POV I had no idea what kind of punishment awaited me, but I knew I wanted no part of it. I felt that the pain I had endured from the decaying mate bond over the years was already more than enough torture. If Alpha Carlisle laid his hands on me, I wasn’t sure I’d live to see the next sunrise. Panic surged through me, and I thrashed wildly in desperation, but he remained unfazed, his grip unyielding as he steadily ascended the stairs.

"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.

I yelped when I hit the dirt hard—so hard my teeth vibrated and I almost lost my grip on him. But Felix was struggling and instinctively rolled onto his back, trying to bring his back feet up to find my vulnerable belly. I had one, split second. As he intentionally rolled, his spine twisting to keep me rolling with him, I opened my jaws wide and turned my head in a flash, taking that eye-blink opportunity to close my teeth again—but on his throat this time. Humans and their movies always showed these moments—the hero closing teeth, tearing flesh and the enemy immediately immobilized, blood pouring down his chest as he stopped fighting and slumped to the earth.

"Who's the bully?" "Loraine gave me the information, but not the whole. It is said that some boys took Aud and brought them to the adjacent old building of the school they attend. I went to that place… and I saw those demons videotaping Audrey.” I met his eyes, that I could see he's started to go off the deep end, and clenched his jaw. "They filmed her with her upper body... naked."

The cake was almost entirely made of mangoes. Tears shimmered in my eyes. Ignoring them, I asked the helpers to wheel me out of the garden and leave the hotel entirely. In the car, I watched the buildings blur as we zipped through the streets. I felt isolated from the world. When we were still in school, Luca had been the first to find out that I was being bullied by the bad boys in our class. He was so anxious that he didn't even tell my Papa, Leonardo Costa, before bringing a bunch of his friends to face off with the bullies. Breaking their legs, he forced them to apologize to me.