A Professor's Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Submitting your project? Or were you on your knees for extra credit?” Lila laughed. “Professor Vale probably laughed when he saw the group chat. Imagine thinking someone like him would ever want a scholarship whore.” I walked past them without responding, but their laughter followed me all the way across campus. Later that evening, back in my apartment, I replayed every second in his office. The way he said my name. The way he looked at me. The quiet power in his voice. Even after the humiliation, even after Julian’s latest threats, Professor Damien Vale was the only thing that still made my heart race.

He looked inhumane, their was a darkness shadowing his eyes which could make anyone tremle in their place. A terrifying scream left the professor's wife mouth as she watched the brutality infront of her. "P-please stop, h-he is d-dead" She pleaded with tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. Her words had no effect on Ares as he continued to rip the professor's body into pieces, giving no mercy to his dead body even. He was driven by madness. The fucking professor dared to insult his mate by scolding her and punishing her. No one gets away after messing with because because messing with his mate means that the person is messing with him u

His cruelty was covered by his victories. I did not like it. I clenched my jaw, turned to the professor and said, "But Professor, his victories can't justify his crimes. He killed his own family!" The professor nodded his head. He told Trevor to defend it if he wanted. Trevor sneered, shaking his head.

Like oh by the way, you accidentally gave your professor a full-blown boner in the office because your cunt said hi. And me? I stood there like a fucking statue I didn’t even know that was real until this moment. But oh baby. It’s real. “Do you know what that did to me?” he asked. No. Nope. Don’t answer that. Abort. Shut up. Run. But he kept going. Because he’s evil. That’s why. He’s not a professor. He’s a villain. He’s a walking felony in slacks. He’s the reason why Omegas like me don’t survive college without getting a Marked and Ruined tattoo on their ass.

He seemed totally devoted, like he would give up his heart and lungs to Tyr. Kirin glared viciously at the professor and threatened him, “Professor, you have betrayed me. I will make you suffer a miserable death.” “Cut the crap,” the professor retorted. The professor really played out his role as an opportunist to the extreme. Before this, whenever he looked at Kirin, his heart was filled with fear. But now, he stared at Kirin as if he was looking at a dog. “Big Brother, what do you want to do with this guy? I’ll be at your service,” the professor asked.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

, he thought. In regards as to why Leo had suddenly replied her in a cold way; he couldn't help it. That was the fastest thing he could think of. The thing is when he had pinned her to the wall and she had told him she wanted him to take responsibility for her. He had found himself actually considering it, actually falling into her trap and take responsibility for her. And he realized that he wasn't supposed to think like that. That wasn't him. He was Leo Minetti, one of the most ruthless mafia lords in the whole of Country M. He had responsibilities and above all he had done things a normal human would find repulsive. He wasn't supposed to start falling head over heels for some woman. Thoug

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my campus," the professor sighed, an

She asked, even as she drew small circles with her tongue on his neck, amusement and victory tainting her voice. But he didn't reply, couldn't reply for fear of saying something that would cause his friends to bash him in the head. Already, they were cursing him through the mind link for being weak to a woman's touch. But he cared less. They didn't understand of course. Heaven was his mate's embrace. The vampire could go to hell. He cursed the professor in his mind, tightening his hands on his little witch's back. And when he had, out of curiosity rested his gaze on the history professor, he could swear that he had seen a flash of pain and anger zap through the latter's eyes, before returnin

He didn’t just look at the class; he assessed us, each and every one. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. It rolled through the room, effortlessly commanding perfect silence. “Welcome to Philosophy 301. I’m Professor Victor Graham.” Professor Graham's voice was calm and brave. The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was rich, warm, and devastatingly male, wrapping around me like a velvet cloak; it was like no other. My pulse quickened, and I crossed my legs tightly, hoping to steady the heat building between them.