Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

the professor wasted no time and changed his laboratory robe into a more formal garb. The professor lived in the middle of the desert of an undisclosed location which only to his trusted allies knows as one can never be too careful nowadays. As technology gets better so did the tools for death such a laser guns and invisible assassins. The professor felt that his safety must be assured completely leaving no margin of error in his security as he lived underground in a secret bunker for extra guarantee. "I tried but your phone was not online professor. You're an hour behind." Celeste told the professor in a respectful manner.

Kneel Professor! Intro; Isolde Virelle is a star philosophy student sharp-tongued, unshakably confident, and effortlessly seductive. She plays by her own rules, and no one dares challenge her. That is, until she discovers the secret her cold, unreadable professor has been hiding beneath his pristine suits and stoic stares. Dr. Laurent Marek isn’t just the department’s most feared intellectual he’s a secret masochist who craves degradation, punishment, and surrender. And when Isolde sees him on his knees at an exclusive underground club, the game shifts forever.

He shifts in his chair and I watch his every move. “I want you undercover. This department has been working for twenty-five years to bring down an organisation. And you, Tea, are perfect for what we need to make this bust. Just think about it. You do this for me. You get what was taken from you,” he says, as he leans back in his executive chair with his hands behind his head as he watches me. Does he listen to himself when he talks? “Oh really? And what was taken from me?” I ask as I straighten up.

She rolls her eyes and grabs my syllabus from my desk. " Seriously, what are you doing here?" " I'm a professor, T. You can already see that for yourself." " Yeah, well I can see that. You're an agent Lauren. You don't even like teaching." " And what makes you think I don't like teaching?" " Because you're my sister and I know you. Plus, you love your undercover job. Oh, wait, are you undercover now?" " Jesus T, freaking shut up. Don't let anyone hear you that I'm an agent."

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

Jerson mocked. “Fuck you!” Alec shouted. “Anyway, the academy you are part of seemed like something fishy was going on. That prestigious academy must be doing something behind its outstanding education to maintain its name. The Professors had their students educated privately, but after the session, students, mostly girls, were wrecked. Their performances were low, but their ranks were high. The study session seemed like a cover-up to hide the crime. This picture from footage also added to my suspicion,” Alec gave Jerson the pictures. From the images, a man in a black suit entered a building, and the next one to join was the teacher and the student. “I checked the man in the background image

I cannot lose Professor Fortez. “You’ve underestimated him.” he whispered under his breath. I didn’t catch it. My forehead creased as I looked at him. “Listen to me, Tiara. I’ll deal with your so – called fiancé and the people pulling strings. As for your professor… he can go to hell.” he said but I didn’t catch the last thing he said. “What did you say?” I furrowed my brows. My face confused as I stared at him.

Professor Runn: Tapping my holo-display, I open the email Headmaster Noah sent, and a video starts playing. "Attention all professors," he starts. In the video, I notice the headmaster is armed with his axe, a sword, and a bow with arrows. "Something is wrong with the academy's shield. They're failing." I turn my head and look out my window. The headmaster is right. The academy's shield flickers on and off, sparking, fizzling, and smoking. A few minutes later, the shield turns off and the academy is exposed.

Luca… He hadn’t left? When we arrived at the academy, I headed straight for the office. To my surprise, Luca was already sitting inside. The moment he saw me, he stood up immediately. Nervousness and anticipation flickered in his eyes. "Clara…" he called softly. I frowned and looked toward the instructor beside him, Professor Julian Hartwell. Professor Hartwell smiled and explained, "This is our new visiting lecturer, Mr. Moretti. He’s willing to invest a hundred million into the academy for the development of specialty pharmaceuticals."

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing