Novel & Cerita Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353

"Seal the academy." "Double every patrol." "The assassin could not have escaped without assistance." His words sent a chill through me. Another traitor. Or perhaps... The true traitor had never been Professor Evelyn at all. --- By midnight, the academy had been transformed into a fortress. Every entrance was guarded. Every corridor was patrolled. No student was permitted beyond the dormitories. Yet despite every precaution... None of us felt safe. Inside the council chamber, the crystal key rested at the center of the round table.

Chapter 19: The Hidden Study "If Professor Starwyn’s lock-pick charm fails on this outer latch," Zeyric whispered, his breath pluming white in the freezing gloom of the third-floor corridor as he glanced over his shoulder, "I am officially resigning from our life of reckless underground vigilantism."

he added quietly, “and I’ll let him come in and take a look. I mean it.” I shrank into the darkness beneath the desk, clamping both hands over my mouth. Above me, I heard Sarek casually lift the remote and deactivate the door lock. “Come in.” The door unlocked, and an eager, wide-eyed cat beastman student pushed it open. “I’m sorry to bother you, Professor… but I’m having trouble understanding this section of the terrain.” The student then opened his book. “Sure.” Sarek remained impassive, his left hand resting on the tabletop while his right hand dropped beneath it, covering my chest and giving it a vicious squeeze.

He said nothing, his throat tightening. Mark's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "The academic world is a small one, Leonard. May I call you Leonard? People talk. They notice things. A professor showing... excessive interest in a particular student. Private meetings that extend far beyond office hours." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It would be a shame if such a promising academic career as Professor Weston's were to be... derailed by unfounded rumors. But then again, where there's smoke, there's often fire."

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

Adrian followed right after, burying himself deep and holding her tightly as he filled her. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Then Adrian slowly pulled out and fixed her clothes with careful hands. Back at the apartment, Juliet’s phone lit up again with a new link. The same tabloid had pushed the story harder. The headline read: “Professor’s Pregnant Student — Scandal or True Love?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “One more storm. Then we end this for good.” --- (Word count: 1,509) **Ending Pull:**

All eyes immediately fell on Jess, and she cleared her throat and mumbled, “Never said I liked him, did I?” The police chief looked at all of them now sitting quietly on the table. “We need to catch this man, with irrefutable evidence. The victims all recently withdrew the last lawsuit filed against him, overnight. We need someone to befriend these girls and entice the Professor into our trap as an undercover college student.” Most of her colleagues let out a sigh, and Myra saw a few throw glances her way. “One of you has to be an undercover student at that exclusive college for at least three months. Enough time to catch that creep.” the Police chief said in a measured voice. “If you succee

At least, since he had saved me, he should be able to tell me some things. “First of all, you are a professor, and I believe seeking help from you should help me understand things better. I don't know what's going on, but I shouldn't be here. I woke up and found myself here. Secondly, I'm human. What is this academy about? And this tattoo,” I rushed out, pointing to my hand. “What's the symbolism, and why do I have it when I am not even a student of this school?” Professor Jaxon looked at me, his expression was blank. He said nothing. Did he hear me at all, or was I too fast with my words?

Alex paused, rolled his eyes lazily, then let out a dismissive laugh, as if her words were weightless. Selly inhaled again, deeper this time. Her gaze sharpened—she was no longer just the victim. “Just so you know, Professor. If this ever gets out, I’m not the only one who falls. Your wife does too—Dr. Helena Harrington, dean of the law faculty.” “So now you’re threatening me?”

YOU SAY WE ARE SAFE HERE AT THE ACADEMY…’ ‘Yes, the Academy is the safest place for everyone…’ he calmly replied. ‘AND YET YOU LET ONE OF YOUR PROFESSORS TREAT A STUDENT LIKE THIS!…’ Gwen stops in front of Dean Blackmoor’s desk and slightly throws the folder so that it lands on his desk right in front of him, and as it lands, some of the photo evidence of what Professor Miles was doing to Isadora slips from inside. Gwen hadn’t noticed that Dean Blackmoor wasn’t alone in his office. Professor Rhett was standing over by the window, listening to his father's report on the Rogues he had interrogated while away.