Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 Novels & Stories

In school, I dress down and change my appearance completely, hence the fake nose. I know it's a strange thing, going undercover in high school. Who would want to go to school? Well, when you live your life with private tutors, it kind of sucks. That's why I decided to start the undercover in high school thing as soon as I was old enough to attend. It probably all seemed like a lonely life, but I had my best friend, Tori. She’s just like me, a model who attends high school, but since she's new to Victoria’s Secret, she doesn't get much recognition in school.

William adjusted his tie and said in a strained tone, “Well I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible, Miss Phillips. Your father was cremated a day after his death. It was one of the express provisions of his will.” “What?” I screamed. “You cremated him without telling me?” I finally felt the tears I’d been fighting to keep at bay start prickling my eyes, waiting to drop. “I’m sorry, Athena. It’s what he wanted.” Uncle Steven said, his eyes still downcast. The rest of the will reading passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I had heard prior. The more I examined it, turning it over in my mind, the more bizarre it seemed. The medicine. The marriage. None of it made any

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

My brain tried to find another meaning, another explanation, but there wasn’t one. “What the hell?” I whispered, the book nearly slipping from my fingers. “That’s what happens when you get strike three,” Professor River said, voice unnervingly calm. “And given your… impressive history of outbursts, I’d say you’re already halfway there.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw the book back at him and tell him I wasn’t some experiment, some cursed monster to be studied and put down like a rabid dog. But I didn’t. Because at that moment, I realized exactly what Moondusk Academy was. Not a school. Not a sanctuary.

"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."

"We'll see, Professor. Noon. Bring your precedents." I turned away, the hall erupting in murmurs as I collected my tray and moved to a faculty table. Through the bond, Rose sent a pulse of fierce pride: *You handled that perfectly. But he's scared—jealous. It makes him dangerous.* *Let him be,* I replied. *We've got allies incoming.* **Mid-Morning – Allies Converge** Back in my office, I reviewed the Accord documents again, the crimson seals a stark reminder of the old rites. A knock came—sharp, insistent. Professor Thorne entered, his face lined with the weight of academy politics, clutching a sheaf of papers.

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.