A Professor's Vengeance Novels & Stories

But my chest—God, It tightened with pain as I silently mourn my loss. He scoffed, yanking me back to reality. “I get it now,” he mumured. “But don't worry wherever you come from and whatever you are, I will make sure to find out. And if I did find out that you're a spy, I will make sure to end your goddamn life,” he threatened, through gritted teeth. “Oh… then good luck with that,” I said flatly, unbothered by his little threat. He clenched his fists, turned around and made his way outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Silver Professor Rogers pulled up to the curb outside my dorm. The engine idled for a moment, a low hum that seemed to vibrate through my bones. I sat there, my hand on the door handle, my heart heavy with everything that had just been said inside that car. The plan. The revenge. Henry. It was all tangled together in a knot I couldn't unravel. "Remember," Professor Rogers said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to be patient. Don't do anything rash. Let the plan unfold. If we rush this, we'll lose everything."

he continued. The words of the professor have left her dumbfounded. She shivers as she hears the reality. “I care about you as your mentor. And whatever it is that you are going through, you have to fight it.” Celine is silent. She can’t utter any word. She feels like the words of the professor eat her. “It is you who will lose in the end. Do you think you are winning by not showing your grief, rage, and everything else? But guess what, it is a losing game.”

I can see his knuckles whitened around the wheel. I shut my eyes, my voice breaking. “He’s ruining my life… and if they ever find out about Professor Fortez—“ tears pooling around my eyes in anger for Mark and fear for Professor Fortez’s safety. SID HART VILLAMAR-MONTEFALCO P.O.V. My grip on the steering wheel turned rigid. My teeth clenched at the sound of that name. She’s too invested on that damn professor. “You don’t have to worry about him.” I forced out, though my voice carry a rough edge.

" Keep your mouth shut and listen me. The list is so long. Then you'll realise my true love for you." Elena kept quiet and listen him. " That day, you didn't complete your project work of Psychology. That professor insulted you in the classroom for such a simple reason. How could he do that? It was unbearable for me. I wanted to kill him right there in front of you but i controlled myself. He told lie to my friends that i had left my name on the project work and went after him in the staffroom. He was not there in the staffroom and i saw you and Drake were waiting for him there. I looked everywhere for him and then i saw him going towards washroom. It was the best time for me. So, i went aft

“Professor, what are you…” “You heard me, Lila,” he said, taking one step closer. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. “You came here after hours of begging for extra credit on that paper you barely passed and I told you there would be consequences for wasting my time. So strip or walk out and fail my class.” Heat rushed up my neck. I was twenty-one, not some clueless freshman, but the way he said it made my knees weak. Elias Voss wasn’t like other professors. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, and always dressed in black shirts that hugged his shoulders too well. Students always whispered about him and I had heard that he’s dangerous if you get on his bad side.

getting jealous over something like being held "I'm not jealous… don't be ridiculous," Victor said glaring at her… Vivie was utterly speechless. Scanning the man, she didn't know what to say… the professor only held her for a little while. Thinking about that Vivie guessed something "By the way… that man is my professor… I'm sure he just wanted to help"I said, lowering my gaze to my hands. There was silence in the room which made me think. Glancing up, I was greeted by an angry Victor. He was trying hard to suppress anger unfortunately, it wasn't working for him

I made sure to cover my face properly with my hair and I yanked the door open and stepped in bowing my head. Almost everyone turned to notice me walking in. The professor, Fabian got interrupted and he paused and looked at me. Mandy and Mckayla stared at me till I got to my seat. My face was still bowed. I sat down and flipped my handbag dropping it on my desk and I peeked under my lashes to see if anyone was staring at me. I didn't spot anyone and I pulled out my book from my bag and my pen. Mandy said to Mckayla, "what's up with Trina? Why is her hair hanging on her face? She looks like a mop."

I shouldn’t have been so careless and stupid. It’s not like I trusted Xander, but I didn’t think he would do something this horrific. He was my professor after all. He’s supposed to put his own personal feelings aside and just teach me the damn lesson. At least that’s what I thought. Instead, he had some kind of vendetta against me because I’m a Volana wolf. He was trying to kill me and that was obvious to me now. I shook my head at the thought as the water washed the soap out of my hair.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.