Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

What’s the point? Before I can spiral further, the door swings open and the room falls silent. Dean Whitmore strides in, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. Beside her stands a man I’ve never seen before. "Everyone, listen up," the dean says, her voice sharp. "Professor Langley was in a car accident last night. He’s stable, but he’ll need time to recover." A murmur ripples through the class. Jessica gasps, clutching her chest like this is a tragedy meant just for her. Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

“Can you shut up and let us eat in peace?” "Actually, I expect hospitality from you. I heard you are a professor. Is that true?” Shanon touched Anthony's thigh and gave him a code to stay calm. The thing Tessa wanted most was to screw them over. Shanon warned Anthony not to give the woman what she wanted. “I'm a professor in the economics department.” “Wow, cool. How about you, Jamie?” Smiling stiffly, Jammie answered with slightly forced calm. “I'm an architect.”

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

They were shouting my name and Caspian’s name. Suddenly, a new window popped up on the screen. It was a live news broadcast. A woman was standing in front of a giant screen showing the painting of the dinner table. "Today, a massive scandal has hit Aethelgard University," the woman said. "Suspended Professor Caspian Blackwood has released a series of paintings that appear to show a decade of corruption and financial theft involving the Calloway family. Public outcry is growing by the second." "They're showing the bank numbers," I said. "Caspian, you really did it. You showed the whole world."

“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.