Novel & Cerita A Professor's Vengeance

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”

Then, softer “But I will.” --- The air between us tightened. Stretched. Ready to snap. And for the first time I wondered if I had come back for revenge… Or walked straight into something far more dangerous. --- Because Lucien Varkas was no longer just watching me. He was hunting. And the worst part I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run.

“No matter what, thank you for standing up for me. As your professor, it’s only fair that I reward you.” I exhaled in relief. “No need, Professor! It’s what students should do anyway…” “You do deserve it.” He picked up the phone on the desk, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Are you hungry? I will get you a sausage.” I froze for a second and then nodded frantically. As long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, I’d eat anything—even metal if he handed it to me! “Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!”

Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me. "Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study. I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person. And your daughter is the perfect solution.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I couldn’t force myself to want you. But that doesn’t give you the right to fuck your student like some midlife crisis cliché!” “She’s not a cliché,” Professor Voss said fiercely, stepping closer to me and placing a protective hand on my lower back. “Sophia sees me. She wants me. She lets me be the man I actually am instead of the disappointment you see every time you look at me.” I stood there, frozen, my heart pounding. This was surreal. I was standing half-dressed in my professor’s office while his wife screamed at him, and he was defending me. Defending us.

My entire body tenses, adrenaline coursing through my veins as Professor Victor’s words hang in the air. His hands loosen from my waist, and he turns me around to face him. As I look into his eyes, the kindness they always held vanishes, and I realize once more that he is a man who will never pass up the opportunity to prey on a young woman. Summoning my courage, I knee him in the balls, catching him off guard as a scream escapes his lips, and he moves back.

Dorin looked at the direction of the sound as several tacks raised from the bed and whizzed over to the small group of boys near the door. A whistle pierced the air. The tacks fell to the floor, and the group of boys ran out of the room. “Don’t let your temper get the best of you,” said the professor. He raised his hand once more. The dirt and grit on the sheets removed itself and formed a small round ball. “Vengeance is a never ending cycle,” he said. “The best way to stop it is by stopping yourself.” He placed Johan on the now clean sheets and covered him up to his chin with the thin blanket.