Teacher Blackmailed Novels & Stories

Stephanie is a brilliant but nerdy student who gets bullied for her academic success. Dubbed "Teacher's Pet" by her classmates, Stephanie hatches a plan to get back at her tormentors by trying to seduce and then get her teacher Mr. Richard fired. However, her scheme backfires when she finds herself actually falling for him. Their secret romantic relationship begins to bloom, but the school's queen bee and Stephanie’s longtime bully Stacy has always had a crush on Mr. Richard herself. When Stacy discovers the forbidden affair between Stephanie and the teacher, she is furious and makes it her mission to destroy them no matter the cost. Stephanie struggles to make it through the school ye

Kelsie was humiliated during her first week of college when she caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Then she met the mysterious, but very hot new neighbor who was way too old for her... After his brother killed his first mate and stole his pack, Cain fled to hide among the humans until he could take revenge. But he never expected that his young human neighbor would warm his cold heart—and his wolf's desire. Then he started his new job as a college professor and discovered she was his student. What will happen when Kelsie senses the matebond and discovers that Cain is a wolf? Will she be able to convince her parents to allow the forbidden relationship? Can Cain protect Kelsie whe

It was my first day back to school and I had fallen into the arms of my chemistry teacher, Mr. Dalton. I had planned to scale through the remaining semesters in Bellingham High School like a ghost but it seemed impossible because I kept running into the arms of this man who made my body burn with desires and my world spin. He’s my teacher and I'm his student but I prefer to be called His Pet. There was much more to know about this man, much more than I had expected.

My online boyfriend is my university professor and the future werewolf king, Sarek. And me? I’m Mila—just a human hunter’s descendant scraping by in the cracks of an era where species coexist in uneasy peace. What he doesn’t know is that his online girlfriend, whom he wishes to tear apart a thousand times over, is sitting in the very last row of his classroom. The online relationship was never meant to be real. It started as revenge to get back at him for failing me. But who would’ve thought this werewolf was so starved for affection that he’d fall deeper and deeper in love? Again and again, he pushed to meet in person. However, if we ever really met face to face, I’d be torn apart and swa

The night before our big offline meetup, my roommate took one look at my internet boyfriend's photo and declared it was a fake. "Using a stolen photo for an online romance? He's definitely insecure and too ugly to show his real face!" The next day, my boyfriend texted: [Sorry, something came up at the last minute. Can you wait half an hour?] I breathed a sigh of relief because I had just been notified about an exclusive expert lecture on campus. Word was, the speaker was an academic powerhouse, and the university had paid a fortune to secure him. I snagged a seat in the front row. But the moment I looked up at the podium, my stomach dropped. Why did this famous scholar look so much like

Bree Wilson has basically been abandoned by her parents. When a teacher starts to notice her lack of caring. An accident almost takes everything from Bree and she found she was fated for something different. Her mother set her up in the worst possible way and she finds herself alone and in the hospital with a surprise visitor. Her teacher. He keeps showing up every day. Then he tries to help her as well. This confused Bree but then when the teacher adds more to the mix when she gets out of hospital. Everything changes for the two.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s of

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would stea

My childhood friend and I were a pair of show-offs. Ever since I was little, I had to come first in exams, or I would feel miserable all over. My childhood friend was even worse. Not only did he have to come first, but he also wanted to make it look effortless. We pushed ourselves to the limit and shattered the citywide record. After taking first in so many things, even winning had lost its thrill. So when we transferred into the honors class at the state's top high school, we immediately asked what the highest score was. A classmate waved us off and told us not to get our hopes up. "Don't even think about first or second. Our top two are a couple known as the Genius Gemini. Forget

My dad always calls me a lazy bum. It is because I often fall asleep without warning. I sleep in class, while eating, and even while crossing the street. My homeroom teacher, Yvonne Smith, suggests that he take me to a hospital for an examination. But Dad scoffs and says, "He's just staying up all night playing on his phone." After that, he confiscates my phone and removes the lock from my bedroom door. Every time I get sleepy, he slaps me. I don't want to be hit, and I don't want to make Dad angry. So, I start pinching my thighs, pulling out my hair, and even rubbing hand sanitizer spray under my nose to stay awake. But whenever the overwhelming drowsiness hits, nothing can stop it. O