A Professor's Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘Let’s take her home and mark her. Theron forced the beast down, his exterior remaining as chilled and calculating as ice. "My name is Professor Vance," his deep baritone rolled through the acoustics of the room, sending a strange, involuntary shiver down Rhiannon’s spine. "I do not tolerate lateness, I do not tolerate mediocrity, and I do not tolerate disruptions. Open your texts to page forty." The class scrambled to obey. But they couldn’t stop the whisper coming from their mouths. “Oh my God, do you see those tattoos? The snake one climbing up his neck?”

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Lenox grips onto something and until he twists his hand a little, I almost don’t notice the damn spoon he holds. The professor jumps around and gasps once he sees Lenox in person. He backs up, throwing pleading glances my way, but I’d be damned if I ever help him. He came here to hurt me and my baby. The professor didn’t bother to sit back for a moment and think of our life, especially when he did those damned experiments on me, so all I plan to do is to return the favour. Lenox looks at me and his gaze softens, “Did he touch you?”

He was soaked in them. How can someone be so positive? He thought in dismay. "You won't say but I hear you Alaya. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have do it and let the matter take to court and should have waited until they punisher my father. But what i did I don't regret. Although it was wrong to do. And that all happened when I used to live in village. I ran away from there after that and came to Los Angeles. I grew up here as a orphan and completed my studies. And graduated in business management and after achieving several high degrees I got posted as a CEO in a company. Unluckily the owner of the company didn't had any son to who could inherit his company after his death. I ha

I gasped, my free hand flying up to grip his hair as he fucked me harder, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing way too loud. “He’s… ahh… showing me around the house, making sure I’m comfortable. Everything’s fine, I swear. Don’t worry about me.” Professor Vince chuckled darkly, low enough that only I could hear, and slammed in balls-deep again, holding himself there so his cock throbbed and stretched me to the limit. “That’s my good little girl,” he growled quietly, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my cunt flutter wildly around him.

"I just said that my late foster father left a testament stating that he will pass down all of his assets, property, and wealth to me, with the only condition that I marry someone. It's unfortunate that Paul simply assumed this without realizing that my foster father had left all of his wealth to me while he was still alive." Alan is still taken aback by their talk. This man is both intelligent and dangerous. He had no right to drag an innocent girl into his ridiculous game. He is, without a doubt, a heartless person. Hatred and grudges have blinded his heart. Alan does not want to interfere with his game, but he does not like the idea of marriage. Throughout his vengeance journey, he will o

“Ah, wait. I need to ask our professor something.” Before I could object or even blink, Ethan was dragging me with him to where our professor was. It felt like I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me but at the same time, this was the perfect time to see his reaction to me being touchy with my friend. I needed to see everything in 4k. “Professor?” We stopped by his desk, and he looked up at him and not me. I poked my cheek with my tongue to school my facial features from showing how pissed off I was with him. But why was I even pissed off at him?

The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run. He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.” The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.

After the wedding, I knew Zac would help me bring down James' company. I knew I had too much to do but that was less than the pain I felt during the hours they hid me. I want to hurt them over and over. I want them to kneel at my feet while crying and apologizing. I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. I will torture them and abandon them. I will exact my vengeance until the day I die. I was so angry that I just burst into tears. I retouched my make-up again and they reminded me not to cry too much because my make-up was a waste. They thought so I was crying out of excitement. But what they didn’t know was the anger and pain so I cried.

This wasn’t just any professor. He was Professor Do-Not-Cheat...a nickname students whispered with fear. A man so obsessed with academic purity that he once disqualified a whole classroom because one student breathed too loudly while writing. And today, Scarlet was his target. The professor slammed his palm on the desk so hard the room vibrated. “Scarlet What the fuck is your stupid other name....Whatever, rise to your feet, you bloody cheat!” he yelled. “I will not only make you come back next lunar year as a refresher...” his face darkened into something demonic, “...I’ll ruin your life myself.”