Academy's Undercover Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Closer to the front please, I don't want to hear complaints about you not being able to hear or understand what I'm saying in the long run," he says without looking at her. It was loud enough to reach her too. A few students snickered and shot her a glance as she made her way closer to the front. Talk about a terrible first day. Azalea set her things down after she took a seat and fetched for her things as the class continued on. As it did she found herself staring at her professor more than anything. She's seen men with the same physic like his but she was all 'meh' about it. His demeanor, the way he speaks and presents himself, is all peculiar to her. She can only wonder why he acts like h

“You gave me a fifty-two. I know my work was better than that. Everyone knows it. You failed me because I said no when you asked me to stay after class last month, didn't you?” He did not deny it. He just tilted his head, eyes traveling over me slowly. They took in my tight blouse, the way my skirt hugged my hips, the anger flushing my cheeks. The bastard actually looked amused. “Careful,” he said. His voice was low and smooth like warm honey. “Accusing a professor of academic misconduct is a serious thing. You could get in trouble for that.” “Trouble?” I laughed bitterly. “You’re the one who should be in trouble. You’re supposed to be my lecturer, not some creep trying to blackmail students

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

No matter how terrifying Raymond was, everyone in this academy still worried about him more than anyone else. The combat professor looked between both of them suspiciously. "What are you two still doing in the woods this late?" Vera quickly looked away before anyone noticed how nervous she became. She definitely couldn't tell them masked strangers were suddenly talking about seals and awakenings in the middle of the forest. Raymond answered calmly before she could panic further. "We got delayed." The professor looked like he wanted to ask more questions but stopped himself. Nobody liked questioning Raymond too much. Then another professor suddenly noticed Vera's appearance. Her clothes were

After everything that transpired… After all the time spent thinking there were no more secrets… Another one had surfaced. --- Rhysander's POV Just as Margaret finished her words, Marcus called. I moved a few steps away to take the call. "Speak." "We’ve improved the university video." "And?" "The professor is undeniably Adrian Cole." I briefly shut my eyes. "What are they doing?" "Engaging in conversation." "Can you hear them?" "There’s no audio." Marcus paused a moment before adding. "But there’s an additional detail." "What is it?" "Harold hands Professor Cole an envelope."

Two minutes later, Professor Yousef strolled in with his signature aura of quiet authority. Setting his coffee cup down on the podium with deliberate slowness, his sharp gaze swept across the entire room. "Before we begin," his clear, commanding voice echoed through the room, "I'd like to address a small matter. My personal phone number is my private property. When I provided it to this class, it was strictly meant for academic inquiries and coursework assistance. So... watch your texts and mind your manners. Understood?" As he launched into his lecture, his eyes kept drifting back toward Hala's row. He had picked her out the moment he stepped in—the sheer panic written across her face was i

Elizabeth wondered how much less the man would have taken, but the deal was done and Eddie was in the lead. According to rumours, the assassin and his historian had fallen on hard times. He’d been a monk in his younger days, and the historian was a former professor of archaeology at some prestigious university in Europe for several years. The institution had a highly respected program, one that the historian had disgraced when he had been caught in his office with his pants down with one of his younger female students.

"This is just fucking bullshit." Gavin Emery leaned forward in his chair, his face set in angry lines. His hoarse growl caught everyone's attention. "How do we know this is even real?" Jed Whitlow looked at the hologram in front of him. "Because I say so, and there's no fucking way I'd lie to you or anyone else in this group. We've been together too long, and the plan is too critical, especially at this point. We are almost at the target date."

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

As for Ari, her lip twitched up in a small smile but comes back down before anyone could notice. "Hello class, today I've got a surprise for you all. It's pop quiz day. " He said and majority of the class groaned including the canvas guy. "I'm Austin, by the way. " He smiled. "Ariana." She replied. Maybe he isn't as stupid as the rest of them. Wait. What?! ****************** The bell rang and the students didn't listen to what the substitute teacher was saying anymore but packed their stuffs and themselves out of the class.