X Teacher Novels & Stories

the teacher said with a sad frown. “Yes, my father told me,” I lied. “But don’t worry, we found an incredible teacher to replace him so you girls will still get a good education out of this semester,” she said fondly, glancing up at the strange man that I saw earlier with the body of armor. My heart fell into my stomach as he poured his dark eyes into me, and I felt the need to step away. “This is Professor Xander. Enzo’s replacement.”

"I need to show you something then, maybe you will understand why I want him desperately off my back." She raises her phone and searches for a video file. She finally finds it and clicks on it. It's in a class and a tall, deep brown haired man is teaching and laughing with his students. Raine points at him. "That's the lecturer, his name is Tyler and this is him in class about two days..." She shifts her finger outside the window. "And that's me walking by to another lecture room."

He was talking in a very funny way pausing long in between his words. Addressing the whole class, he continued, "Your section name expansion is XI – the grade you are in, B denotes Biology group, E denotes English medium of instruction and the subscript 1 denotes you are the top layer of students in terms of marks. All the class groups are separated in terms of the marks they have scored in their X grade. All of you, in this class, have scored 960 and above in your tenth grade. You will be trained to appear for your HSC exams by very experienced teachers who have produced only hundred-per cent-scorers so far. You are our institution's asset. So, be responsible, study well and score high mark

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

“It’s only the beginning of the session. There’s no need for teachers to start acting like disciplinary tyrants this early. At least give us a few weeks to settle in first.” The teacher’s head snapped up, her eyes zeroing in on Xavier. “Excuse me? What was that?” Xavier’s face went pale as he realized he’d been overheard. “Nothing, ma’am. I was just…” “I heard what you said,” the teacher interrupted coldly. “And I don’t appreciate students questioning my teaching methods or calling me a tyrant.” Before I could stop myself, a small chuckle escaped my lips at Xavier’s predicament. It was just a quiet snort really, barely audible.

I know what next I'm in for, as he dumps it on his desk, falling into his chair. “Take your seat” Thane says, while pointing towards the chair before him. He takes his time unwinding, while I get myself comfortable, before he lifts his posture, gazing straight into my eyes. “Your posture, countenance and stride, weren't great” he notes. “Your pace, great, but needs improvement” he evaluates. “So later tonight, I'd get to teach you that” he says, and I nod through it all. Thane nod back at me, with a care, i so clearly can see in his eyes. He turns to his left, picking a palmtop his has laying there. Turning it on, he swipes through for a minute, before he hands it in.

Feeling that she didn’t deserve that title yet, she was quick to reply, “Um… You’re all highly respected professors, so feel free to just call me Xavia.” “But Mr. Burton is our teacher! Compared to him, we are nowhere near as highly respected as you think we are. With that said, it’s only right for us to call you that.”

He says then disconnects the call. For real, that old man. Xavier really needs to stop sending me gifts, he has been sending me gifts non stop ever since two days ago. Am sure they won't be any space when I get back home. Boarding a taxi, I head for the company, just finished my last class for today, which literally went well. Pushing pass the set glass door Iike almost every day. I walk pass Alex's table with a small good afternoon, storming to Xavier's office.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

“Oh! Yes, it was fine. Harley was there to help me out with stuff.” Xaden didn’t look surprised to hear that news, and I figured that was why he was asking about that specific class because he knew Harley was the teacher’s aide. Something was telling me that he didn’t know Zach was my combat partner though and something else was telling me to keep it that way for now. “I’m glad Harley was able to assist you. It’s important that you work on your strength,” he said, and there didn’t seem to be any ounce of jealousy in his voice. “So, I’m going to be the TA in your werewolf history class.”