Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was wrong. You see, I had grown close to the Celestial Emperor’s children in the time that I spent here. Shanxi, Peter, and Anna were especially receptive of me. Sharon and Sarong were more difficult to befriend for obvious reasons, but in time they too let their guards down and considered me a friend. From them I learned something. The professors who had come this time were not beyond the average rating in the God Academies! Grandmaster Yue Lao and Grandmaster Cairo were in the lower rankings in emperor Academy, but the other professors were all in the middle ranks. The only person who was in the upper ranks was Professor Stern. Apparently, for academies like God king, Emperor, and King’s

"I wonder if they could get some information from that old professor they are visiting." ... Avery and Ben arrived at a bookstore. Through Mrs. Hough, Avery had obtained the professor's contact number and had messaged him the night before, asking to meet. The professor agreed to meet with them in a bookstore. Avery recognized the professor, who was reading by a bookshelf, as soon as she entered the bookstore. "Professor Greens," Avery hurried over and greeted him. "Hello, Professor. I'm Avery Tate, I studied under Professor Hough." Professor Greens set his book down when he saw Avery. "Hello, Avery. I remember you right away when you texted me last night."

Closer to the front please, I don't want to hear complaints about you not being able to hear or understand what I'm saying in the long run," he says without looking at her. It was loud enough to reach her too. A few students snickered and shot her a glance as she made her way closer to the front. Talk about a terrible first day. Azalea set her things down after she took a seat and fetched for her things as the class continued on. As it did she found herself staring at her professor more than anything. She's seen men with the same physic like his but she was all 'meh' about it. His demeanor, the way he speaks and presents himself, is all peculiar to her. She can only wonder why he acts like h

“Good morning, class. I’m Sebastian Wolfe, your new history professor.” My head snapped up, my heart stopping. There, at the podium, stood Sebastian—my Sebastian. His dark brown hair was neat, his green eyes piercing, his black blazer hugging his broad shoulders. He was impossibly handsome, his presence commanding, but his gaze found mine, and shock flashed across his face, mirroring my own. My mouth went dry, my notebook slipping from my hands. The man I’d fucked last night, the stranger who’d claimed my virginity, was my professor. And I was his student.

"What? Are you afraid that I might eat you up?" I swallowed hard as filthy images flashed in my mind. "Relax, kitten." When I looked at him through the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of a dirty smirk on his face. "I don't bite," he said. Liar. We'd always related well within the academy walls. But this was different. I was literally heading into his territory. What kind of school allows the students to sleep outside the dorm? "Did you notice? Professor Storm wanted the exact same books you took," Professor Hale suddenly uttered, pulling me out of my frenzied thoughts.

She had heard about the professor — a master of the occult, a keeper of dark and mysterious secrets — but she had never expected to find herself here, in this eerie, oppressive classroom together with him. The professor looked her up and down, his expression unreadable, "Since you're only the transferee in this class, Ms. Fridays, let me introduce myself to you first. I am Mr. Cresswell Morrigan, your professor in this class where you shall learn the secrets that lurk in the shadows, the knowledge of death, and the hidden macabre truths of this world," The professor said, and with that Ruby nodded in unwanted acknowledgement slowly, trying to take in the advice and her surrounding simultaneo

Tried figuring out our 'ulterior motives' for this newborn, out of nowhere rivalry. Finally, at 3:49pm, we got out of the campus. I wasn't at the library, so I didn't get the chance to borrow a few books I needed for the slip tests. That's what our professor told us. St. Xebec's academy had a notable range of online and offline books. The collection was so massive that it was once elected a national treasure. Once. I was sure those were all about politics. However, under the tree where I usually wait for my mom in the parking lot of our campus, Zayn approached me out of nowhere.

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.

He had been afraid with a depth that spoke of personal knowledge, of witness, of secrets that had been buried with methods more final than archive erasure. And he had warned me. Not with words but with the grip on my shoulder, the pity in his eyes, the whispered command to forget or be made to forget. I gathered the fragments, tucked them into my coat, and walked toward the corridor where Professor Vance had vanished. The contract scar burned against my wrist, silver tendrils crawling toward my elbow, the Author's pen hovering over my name with a patience that matched Selene's own. The Academy was hiding something terrible. And Elara Vayne, Autumn's twin, the girl who thanked me for saving a