Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

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.

Her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. They kept walking and the crowd pushed them forward. Juliet's mind raced. That one look from across the hallway left her breathless and aching. She pressed her thighs together as she walked, trying to ignore the warmth still spreading through her. More students passed and two guys in hoodies talked loudly. One said, "Did you hear about the new Literature professor? Knight, right?" The other laughed. "Yeah, people are saying he ruined his last university over a woman. Some student things. Got too close and everything blew up."

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

“What is it girl, talk to me, I feel overwhelmed already. “You're acting like someone died.” “Well, that's exactly what happened.” I placed my hands over my lips, my hands shaking in fear. I thought everyone already found out about Lucas and I but it was something worse. “What the hell do you mean someone died. A student?” I tried to find out but she shook her head. “A lecturer. The one who's test you missed two days ago. Professor Lucas.” My hands immediately covered my mouth and I felt my body shake. “You're lying. That's not what happened, tell me it's a joke.”

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”

I have no idea who any of these people are. “All right,” the Professor says, marching to the door and slamming it shut, twisting the lock and striding back for the front of the room, all business. “Welcome to the Espionage Track. I’m Dr. Neumann, I will be your advisor and your professor of Chemistry.” We all sit up a little straighter then, I think anxious and eager to impress. He smirks a little at us, not unkindly, and then launches into a speech about what we’ll be expected to do here. My eyes go wider and wider as he speaks, detailing the incredible amount of information that we’ll be expected to learn in a very short amount of time. I jump when he takes a textbook from below the desk a

Kneel Professor! Intro; Isolde Virelle is a star philosophy student sharp-tongued, unshakably confident, and effortlessly seductive. She plays by her own rules, and no one dares challenge her. That is, until she discovers the secret her cold, unreadable professor has been hiding beneath his pristine suits and stoic stares. Dr. Laurent Marek isn’t just the department’s most feared intellectual he’s a secret masochist who craves degradation, punishment, and surrender. And when Isolde sees him on his knees at an exclusive underground club, the game shifts forever.

But I was really curious about Professor. I walked over to an empty stool that's was a few seats down from him, ordering a soda. I tried to act casual, trying not to let him see me, but my heart was pounding in my chest, my palms sweating. I couldn't believe I was actually here, spying on my professor. I listened to the conversation around me, trying to pick up any clues about Cole's secret life. But all I heard were the usual college student conversations… complaints about professors, gossip about who was dating who, plans for the weekend.

Elara The academy guards were relentless in their investigation. Fortunately, they found no traces of poison in us, nor any obvious motives for murder. The official version focused on a heart attack or organ failure; the truth, aconite, remained hidden under a thick veil of secrecy from the public. The academy declared several days of mourning due to the professor's importance. I returned to the castle with my mates, feeling the weight of Master Albert's death as a physical burden. He had died for the truth, and I was the only one who knew the gravity of the matter.

“The way you led your team through impossible odds, the perfect score on the final exam. I believe you’re going to do well here.” Say something intelligent, Daisy. Stop staring at him like a lovesick fool. “I-I hope so,” I mumble. “The academy seems... intense.” “It is,” he agrees. “But you survived the Warrior Competition, so you will survive this place. Just remember—” “Liam Kingston!” We both turn to see a professor striding towards us, his cashmere coat waving in the afternoon breeze. He looks older than Professor Navarro with silver strands threading through his dark hair and a facial expression of perpetual irritation.