Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 の小説・ストーリー

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."

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

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.

Then she crossed the courtyard and stood in front of Clara, close enough that their breath mingled in the cold air. "You have me," Morwen said. "Not as a teacher. Not as a protector. As—" she paused, searching for the word. "As yourself," Clara said. "That's all I've ever wanted." --- The Academy was different now. The changes were subtle—the quality of the light in the corridors, the ease with which students moved through spaces that had once felt charged, the way the faculty seemed less harried, less defensive. The headmaster's resignation had been announced, and the faculty council had appointed an interim replacement—a quiet woman named Provost Meren who had been at the Academy for decad

Toxic, possessive, and forbidden — this is a mafia romance about obsession, deception, and a love triangle no one saw coming. This story centers around three main characters: Professor Adrian, his student Theo, and Adrian’s nephew Blake. Professor Adrian heads the Crimson Pact, hidden behind his luxury jewelry front, Deveraux Atelier. He came to the university undercover with one mission: find the man who scammed him with fake gold and stole millions. Adrian only knows the scammer’s name. He’s never seen his face. The man is hiding at the school under a fake name, and Adrian doesn’t know who he is. On his first day, Adrian saves Theo from being bullied by Blake — his own nephew. He does

As she fled down the empty corridor, a torrent of frantic, disbelieving curses poured through her head. What is wrong with the people in this school?! It's broad daylight! Broad! Daylight! If you want to do that kind of stuff, find yourself a private room, god damn it! Are they animals?! She couldn't believe her own bad luck. First her terrifying professor, and now catching one of the top elites making out in a public stairwell! Velmora Academy was quickly proving to be an absolute madhouse. Meanwhile, back in the quiet stairwell... The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence.

For once, she promised to devote herself to Buddhism if they'll just leave her the fuck alone. Leaning more towards their voice, she sighed in relief hearing their conversation. "Have you heard the news?" Oh, their favorite subject. Gossip. Sometimes they put gossip girls to shame. And she loved that series. Pity. "About what?" More giggling. So fucking annoying even to a deaf with a malfunctioning ancient aide. "We have a new professor and he is gorgeous as fuck! Can't wait to have in-depth study sesh with him." Seriously, their folks were wasting money.