Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

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.

“I didn't see anything. Why? Is there any I can… see?” I couldn't stop myself from hitting him. I’m thrilled with what he has done! Why didn’t he ask me before taking off my clothes?! Why should I be afraid?! Go ahead and give me a five! Please give me a failing grade! I'm not afraid to retake his class! Ah... shit. I only recently realized... He is the only professor who teaches that subject. Meh. "Do you hear what you're saying?!" “Yes, I do? I didn't undress you under— AAH!! It hurts! Oh! My sideburns!”

~Maddy Class started by 9am but I took extra time to get ready. I entered the class wearing every possible dress code violation. The buttons on my tight top were open exposing my very succulent tits. My skirt was so short that if I bent low enough, you could see just how wet my pussy was. All this was for Professor Wilson, the youngest Professor to teach Econ in Vanguard college. The moment I walked in, the entire room paused. The guys in the back row stopped breathing, and the girls started whispering.

“This is a setup for my failure. I don’t know how Mr. Stark would agree to such a thing. Maybe this is my punishment for hurting their soon-to-be daughter-in-law. Set me up to humiliate myself in front of potential casting directors. If I don't ace this audition, it will be another setback in my career for sure.” “I doubt Mr. Stark's consent to this. It's unethical and just plain bad policy….” Rhodes said in a matter-of-fact tone, but when he noticed Genevieve giving him a how-do-you-know look, he cleared his throat awkwardly and changed the subject, “EXAT has such an excellent reputation in the film industry for their Chairman to allow such a stunt like this.” “Even if director James lied t

"Anthony… What do you do? I mean, I don't think a professor can afford this type of lifestyle with such a low income. This house looks like it is worth millions of dollars." He stopped what he was doing to face me with a surprised expression on his face. I was confused about the expression and wondered if I offended him in some way. "You don't know who I am?" "I… I seriously don't. You're a mysterious man and… wait, you're not a don, right? You're using being a professor as a cover up." Anthony laughed even louder than he did the last few things, hunching over the island. He had a beautiful laugh but was he mocking me or something.

Maddox says with a smile, but there's nothing sweet about it. "I'm sorry, boys. It's not your decision to make," The professor says. "It's a mandate from the academy." After he's done making the announcement, he returns to his desk at the corner of the field. I walk up to where the professor is sitting. He seems like the only one who can help with answers to my unending questions. "Professor—" "Billy." "Billy, thank you for... earlier on. I don't know what happened, but... this whole thing has been a terrible mix-up. Could you help me out of here, please? Or just mix one of your spells and explain why the hell I'm here.

"Riley hacked your computer and made sure ads of The University of Miami popped up every time you were on the internet." "But you've been the English professor for three years? How did you know I was going to choose English Literature?" "We did our research on you, it was the most likely course to take, so I went undercover being the type of professor you'd want to be taught by. I needed three years to build a reputation."

I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan. Professor Lorcan Steele, the youngest male professor in the university, also called Professor Untouchable because of his infamous acts in the university, the same professor I have been trying to ace to get back at my cheating ex, Xavier Woods. The plan was to make Professor Untouchable want me, and Xavier could watch his idolized professor fall for the ex he tossed aside—that would burn more. Xavier had spent the night with another girl on our first anniversary while I waited for him like an idiot, prepared a candle lit dinner and even dressed up. He had humiliated me publicly