A Professor's Vengeance Novels & Stories

Adrian missed the sarcasm, too caught up in his daydreams of wealth. Slap! Alexander's hand cracked across Adrian's face, sending him sprawling. His tone turned icy. "Where's the stuff? I'm not in the mood for games." The old professor had not left a vendetta behind; his dying wish was to recover the artifacts and get them to a museum. If this was about revenge, those two would not still be breathing. "Ack, ack! You won't get anything from killing me—not even a shot." Adrian coughed violently, but his grip on his last card was unyielding. He was not ready to fold just yet.

Knowing what happened… Knowing what she did… Mortification and sudden desire made her flush and she could feel her temperature rise. Their eyes held for a beat too long, and Navy held her breath. She was relieved when his gaze roamed elsewhere. “Hey, guys!” Victor said after clearing his throat. “Well, I don’t normally do things like this, but when Professor B. asked me to come in, how could I say no?” He cast an affectionate glance toward the professor. “Because I don’t believe that I would be the person I am today if not for this wonderful professor and great man… and his intervention.”

Gillow stepped back, his crimson gaze boring into him. “You will remember meeting no vampire,” Gillow said, his voice low and commanding. His crimson eyes flared brighter, locking the professor in place. “You will remember your unprofessional actions toward Arda Gray. And you will remember me as her man who smacked the hell out of you for sexual harassment. You will also remember that her man has the power to cripple you socially, financially, and otherwise. And because of this, you will behave. One more slip-up, and you’re gone. Do you understand?” The professor nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”

“Are you doing all this to make yourself feel better? Cassandra is your child too and little Cassie did love her big sister and looked forward to carrying her little nieces. I know this is hard for me but I can't say for sure if it is the same for a cruel monster as you. She is your blood and you want to watch her die such a miserable death under the pretext of payback? Emelda I know a thousand people who deserve to get payback and vengeance but despite the number you don't feature in it. You are the perpetrator here and not the victim so what makes you think you deserve to take revenge on others? She is your daughter, a child you had abandoned because you wanted more wealth and power than t

He wanted to go but Xurden still talked to the professor even though they can just leave. “And what is it to you? I can still be his guardian. Are you looking for a fight?” “Come on. Don’t be mad.” The professor raised both of his two hands. “Don’t follow us if you still want to live. I am warning you. I will not hesitate to kill you.” “You can’t kill me. If you did, the people on my back will come to you for revenge.” “It doesn’t matter. I will also kill them.” Xurden threw the professor an angry look one last time before he went back to the car. Yric and Sebastian followed without sparing a glance at the professor. The car moved again in that alley, leaving the professor behind, who was wa

an apology, paying respect to the head professor as it was the right thing to say by the young officer was driven and eager to find the culprit, giving justice to the young souls who lost their lives by being killed off someone who is maybe in deep revenge of something and as for reasons she's still finding why and what. "It's difficult, I know but I can't stand the fear that he or she was giving on my students," the head professor spoke, leaning on the couch looking at the two officers in front of her with passion and eagerness burning on their eyes. "We will find who is behind this, Mrs. Ramos, and we will ensure safety for every student," Austine full of reassurance he said. The head prof

he held his thumb and index finger barely apart— "to making a grand entrance in your welcoming party. What a shame." I gasped inwardly. Did that guy have a death wish or what? Something dark and perilous flashed beyond those emerald green eyes. But the professor didn't act on it. He simply shoved his hands into his slack pockets, stalked toward his naive, disrespectful student, and looked down on him. "Shame indeed," he drawled, the scanty smirk tugging at his lips effortlessly outmatched the full-fledged one played on Jaxon’s face. The badboy glared at the Professor as though he just robbed him off his most precious treasure.

One of these incidents took place when Viktor and Herwin were leaving one of their shared classes. Herwin was bringing Viktor up to date on the latest wild rumors about the 'Tomb Raider' when a deranged white-haired man, skinny as a skeleton and gaunt as a plague victim, rushed out of a door a few steps away. steps ahead of the two young men. He looked up and down the corridor, his soot-stained face transformed into a mask of fury. Viktor immediately recognized the elderly professor. "May the gods curse him!" exclaimed the old man, whose outburst of anger caused him to cough a phlegmy cough. "Where is that insolent motherfucking son of a rotting sewer rat whore?"

“Mr. Moonraiser, you should know better. I know you and Miss Smith have had your differences, but I expect decorum from my teaching assistant!” Kairos shot another murderous glance my way before looking at Valencia. “Sorry, Professor,” he said. Though, I don’t think I sensed a lick of remorse. “I didn’t want Smith shifting and tearing Rigert’s throat out.” Professor Valencia looked at me. She ran her eyes from my toes to the tip of my head. I felt the urge to crawl in a hole. Something about her was blood curling.

“Nonsense!” Vayne did not believe the professor who disowned him. He believed the professor was tricked by Kaze and Darcy. He slammed the counter and bellowed, “Tell Darcy Quint to hand over the professor, or I will call the police and say your company is restricting him! Do you know how serious this is?!” “Mr. Tucker, please do not cause a scene here, or we will sue you for slander. You should know how serious that is too.” The receptionist saw the professor go up with Darcy with smiles and laughter, how could he be confined within the company?