Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

“Bruce called last night. He was a total wreck, talking about some club, an intense training program, and you throwing away a two-year relationship over a tactical case. What are you doing? He says you are putting yourself in a dangerous position.” Lila looks at me, looking more than a little angry. “Bruce panicked because he cannot handle the reality of undercover work. The engagement is over because we want entirely different things out of life, not because of a case file.” “He told me you are training to go undercover as a submissive for an auction pool,” Vance says, sounding a mix of furious and genuinely worried. “Please tell me he’s lying. The Bureau shouldn’t have you doing something

I took the seat that was behind and nearest to the window with the teacher walked in in a purple shirt and pants, leaving his sleeves unbuttoned. Mr Sal always had weird choice of clothing but he out did himself today. Weird start to the day. We were halfway in our biology lecture when the principal came in with a guy then whispered something into Mr Sal's ears before leaving. "Well class, this is a new student who will be joining us for the year and I'll let him do his introduction." Mr Sal introduced. "I-" He stopped mid sentence and cleared his throat before continuing. "I am Keith Anderson and I'm glad to be here."

She stared at him in utter, paralyzed disbelief, her mind screaming in absolute panic. No... No, no, no... This can't be happening! The man buttoned his dark, impeccably tailored suit jacket, adjusted his gold glasses, and turned to face the room. His deep, smooth baritone voice echoed effortlessly through the vast space. "Good morning. I am Professor Adrian Kingsley. I will be handling your advanced tactics and theory curriculum for this term." The moment he spoke, a sudden, excited murmur erupted through the classroom. The surrounding students…the very same students who had been acting arrogant and bored just minutes ago were now leaning forward in their seats.

“Its been far more than that.” Kellan’s face grew stern. “They allowed her into academia?” “With open fucking arms.” I swept a half-charred map out from under one of the tables and held it up, fingers tracing the wards she’d diverted. “She’s coming and going under the pretense of guest professor privilege. School is ‘collaborating’ with her ‘for the greater good of inter-faction relations.’ Fuck that. She’s a spy. They let her in to poke and prod. See what she can get away with. And the only person who realized before it was too late?”

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

Saad ko sa sarili ko saka dinampot ang remote at binuksan ang TV. “Reporting, Live, Genevive Leros. Nandito ako ngayon sa tanyag na akademya na tinatawag na Quire Academy kung saan nagmula ang ating mga famous heroes. Magkakaroon lamang tayo ng maikling interview kasama ang isang professor.” She looked at the guy beside her. “So, Sir Tim, to start this off. May I ask what’s your ability?” “Hi, good morning. It is obvious that my ability does not concern the school nor your interview. Just go straight to the point.” Ramdam ko ang pagka-bagot sa tono ng professor. Kita ko rin ang pagka-hiya ng reporter.

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

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.

"We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things." He turned to the large screen behind him and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard before placing his hands on the desk in front of him, eyes flitting across the screen and the projector on the other end. The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?"

"Yes, sir. When I mentioned I was researching Academy security incidents, he said his combat strategy expertise might be relevant." It was close enough to the truth to sound believable. "Very well. I'll escort you to his office." "Thank you, sir." As we walked toward the academic wing, my heart hammered against my ribs. This was it. I was about to walk back into the predator's den and pretend to be his willing accomplice. All while knowing he was fully aware of who I really was. Professor Aldrin's office door was open when we arrived. He looked up from his desk, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.