Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

Inhaling like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning. I trembled. Oh God. I should be pulling away. Shoving him off. This was wrong on every level. He was my client. A student. And I was older. Too old for this. Worse of all… if the university ever found out, I’d be fired. Labeled. Disgraced. No reference. No second chances. One headline: Professor crosses the line with pro athlete. My knees buckled slightly as his fingers slipped lower, brushing just above my hip bone, like he was about to turn me around and….

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

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."

“You know her agenda?” He exhaled, rubbing his temples. “She’s my mentor. Pushed me into this undercover op months ago. Said the club was exploiting students, funneling dirty money into university pockets. But her agenda’s deeper. Personal. Her niece bright kid, freshman last year got tangled in Marcus’s side gigs. Overdosed at a private party. Thornton blamed the system. Vowed to dismantle it from the top down. She’s using me as her spearhead ethics prof exposing ethical rot. But if she finds out about us… she’ll crucify me to make an example. No mercy.” “And Lila?” I pressed.

“You mean this?” Before I could respond, he moved it slowly toward my face and pressed the cool metal against my lips. My breath hitched. Then, deliberately, he trailed it downward, sliding it between my breasts. The path he traced left a trail of fire on my skin even though the lighter was unlit. “I’m a professor,” he murmured, voice rough, “and a former cop. The university is protective of its image, so they asked me to investigate quietly before taking any further action.”

Professors directed everyone into neat rows according to their academic year. I quietly slipped into the back of the first-year group. Feeling safer there. Less noticeable, just exactly how I liked it. A tall man in a dark academic coat stepped onto the platform. Gray streaked his hair, but his sharp amber eyes suggested he could probably outrun half the students standing below him. "My name is Professor Hawthorne." His calm voice carried effortlessly across the courtyard. "Welcome to Alpha Academy." No applause followed; nobody dared. He slowly looked over the sea of young wolves standing before him.

He said, giving me a confident smile. I nodded and opened the door of the great auditorium, the door showed my classmates who were sitting there and talking under the sunlight of Rosla coming from the big vintage window. The auditorium looked like an old room with a hundred books on the shelves and old oak benches were placed in a spiral, in the middle we have a podium where the professor does his class. "The bitch came!" A familiar voice said that irked me with anger. Peter Gale. The man-whore in our academy. A man who doesn't understand kindness, the typical bully that you will usually see in school, not giving a fuck about rules.

u quickly ran to the classroom, Kate waved at him, and he quickly ran over. "Why are you late today?" Kate asked curiously. Putting the book on the table, and opening it, Jenny breathed freely, and said in a low voice, "Yesterday at Daniel's mansion." Kate was taken aback, then reacted, “What?” He spoke too loudly, so the professor stopped the lecture and glanced at him with displeasure. Embarrassed to apologize to the professor, Kate tilted her head to glare at Jenny, all because he scared him. Jenny pouted, choking in the morning, finally asking for Kate's place.

A bit puzzled and a moment stunned as a lady in uniform, no, a young professor of the academy rushes her way towards her. “Miss Wayne.” Catching her breath as she is now more than puzzled about how the heck the academy’s professor knew her name. “Please, will you come with me inside? I need to talk to you and desperately.” Crossing her eyebrows as she is utter puzzled right now. She formally asks. “Excuse me, but I am no one’s parents for any child in this academy.” With the words that she just sent the real meaning in between. The professor smiles at her with that all-knowing expression.