Academy's Undercover Professor Novelas e Histórias

Everyone ignored them after that as they walked toward the line of cubicles. Xurden glanced at Marco. “In what class he’s in?” he asked. “Arts,” Marco answered. He shifted his eyes to the professor. “Bring me the list of students from that class,” he commanded. “Mister President, I am not handling them,” said the professor. “Ask the professor who has it. Don’t worry, he will give it to you.” The professor bowed his head and went to the end of the cubicle. They looked at the professor as he talked to another professor, who was bald. The two assistants were standing at his back.

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.

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

“I know most of you are not familiar with me, but I will officially be taking over this class. My name is Sebastian Hawthorne… You may call me Professor Hawthorne. I'm sure most of you know that up until today your previous professor was just a placeholder until Dean Reeves was available to step in and take over. Due to his untimely death his teaching duties now fall onto me.” I actually hadn’t known that the dean was technically the professor for this class so I definitely did not expect to see Sebastian here. It was also obvious I was one of the few though because whispers immediately started spreading through the room, the female student voices making up most of them. Straining a little I

He showed the pattern of scholarship reviews happening right after students declined job offers, the timing too consistent to be coincidence. The room got quieter. Then Professor James walked onto the stage and the energy shifted completely. She identified herself, stated her credentials, looked directly into the cameras with the same sharp expression she'd used to terrify me in class. "I am a tenured professor at one of Britain's most prestigious universities," she said. Her voice carried across the room without a microphone. "And I was told to fail students or lose my department's funding. Alexander Drake doesn't support education. He corrupts it."

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

By the time I reached the dais, my face had returned to its usual stoicism. “Good afternoon, students, and welcome to Nocturne Academy. My name is Professor Elias Grey, and I am pleased to welcome this year’s incoming freshmen and transfer students. I want you all to know that you didn’t choose Nocturne Academy—Nocturne Academy chose you. “For generations, Nocturne Academy has been a sanctuary for those who are extraordinary in unseen ways, and it is a privilege to guide you as your professor, mentor, and fellow seeker of knowledge.