Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

It was odd to me that he was amused instead of worried or confused by Ryker's behavior. I sat down in my spot and watched as Ryker reached his hand out to shake Adam's. Weird. When Adam walked up to me, he looked like he may be dizzy. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to find out what I missed. "That guy is intense Iris. He asked me if I knew what the penalty was for theft on campus. I dont know what he is talking about. I haven't stolen anything. The economics professor chuckled as well. I feel like I was missing out on an inside joke." He said shrugging. I looked down at Professor Skinnle and noticed he was watching me. What is it with these male professors? When he started class Adam leaned

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

“We might end up in court. The man’s been nosing into our process and accusing us of breach of contract. But we’ve followed everything to the letter. The issue is, he’s unpredictable, and he’s got money to throw around.” I frowned. “What’s his name?” The professor hesitated a second, then said, “Richard Alcroft.” Kaiden blinked. “That sounds familiar.” The professor tilted his head. “You’ve heard of him?” “I think so,” Kaiden said. “I might’ve met someone who worked with him before. I’ll ask around.” “He’s known for being... underhanded,” the professor muttered. “His reputation’s not exactly glowing. We shouldn’t have taken the project, honestly.”

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

When the final class of the week ended, I stuffed my laptop in my bag and made for the door, but his voice stopped me. “Miss Mercer,” he said. Calm. Controlled. Too controlled. My stomach sank. “Yes, Professor?” “Stay behind for a moment. Please.” Students brushed past me, whispering as they left. The door shut, and silence fell. He stood near the desk, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable. “You’ve been avoiding me.” I forced a laugh. “I’ve been busy.” “Busy pretending last weekend didn’t happen?” His tone wasn’t harsh, just measured, the way he got when he was thinking too much.

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

The man uttered and gave a meaningful look at Li Wei, who on the other hand choked at the coffee he was drinking. "Hack! Hack!" Li Wei coughed, "It's not what you think uncle. I was teasing her earlier in the car that is why I was late in coming here." he explained. "You didn't do it?" The man curiously asked. "No! We haven't done "that" thing. Actually, she is my student and I'm her professor." Li Wei confessed to his uncle. "Professor? Aren't you a wealthy tycoon?" The man asked. Li Wei then narrated the whole story why he became a professor.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.

"But for now, I need to focus. Keep my head in the game." "Then let's strategize," Lizzie declared, determination igniting within her. "Let's make sure that the following task comes next, we're ready for it. Together." "Together," I echoed, the single word a pact sealed between us. As we dove into our plans, I clung to the connection we shared, letting it anchor me in the storm that was sure to come. The Revenge Club's latest directive was a daring and challenging one. "Expose the underbelly of academia," they had said, words cloaked in righteousness. Professor George Grant, whose scales of grading tipped not by merit but by the weight of one's lineage, was to be my quarry.

Ohio to California was as far away as far away got so, the chances that my one night stand stood in front of me as my Econs lecturer was already the world playing a huge joke on me. If at all fate had made us cross paths, it shouldn’t have been in an academic environment. He was too young to be a lecturer, least of all a professor. Most lecturers I knew were quite old. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the class even though I didn’t hear a word he spoke. The man who’d taken my first kiss and virginity was no one else but my Econs professor. * I got to my room, still dazed from the morning. My notes were empty and my pens unused.