Academy Undercover Professor Novel Indo Novels & Stories

“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.

"Don't know about you but Miss Julik was a pain in the butt." I giggled. "Kinda right there though." He mirrored my expression and suddenly our conversation was cut down when the door opened and entered the new Professor---the same one which we had seen earlier in the cafeteria. Grey's eyes turned into slits and he quietly said, "pinch me. I must be dreaming Rose. Pinch me, I said." I was about to reply when his deep, husky voice boomed around the class. "Afternoon students. I'm Professor Edoardo Piaci, your new Psychology 6501 teacher." He paused, taking in each and every face, before resuming, "I believe, you all have finished the HIV trauma infused research paper handed by the previous te

the professor wasted no time and changed his laboratory robe into a more formal garb. The professor lived in the middle of the desert of an undisclosed location which only to his trusted allies knows as one can never be too careful nowadays. As technology gets better so did the tools for death such a laser guns and invisible assassins. The professor felt that his safety must be assured completely leaving no margin of error in his security as he lived underground in a secret bunker for extra guarantee. "I tried but your phone was not online professor. You're an hour behind." Celeste told the professor in a respectful manner.

Professor Runn: Tapping my holo-display, I open the email Headmaster Noah sent, and a video starts playing. "Attention all professors," he starts. In the video, I notice the headmaster is armed with his axe, a sword, and a bow with arrows. "Something is wrong with the academy's shield. They're failing." I turn my head and look out my window. The headmaster is right. The academy's shield flickers on and off, sparking, fizzling, and smoking. A few minutes later, the shield turns off and the academy is exposed.

My fingers traced along her clit that was swollen from desire. She was wet. And if was for me. I rub my fingers against her panties. She wrapped her hands against my neck and moaned into my ears. Soft gentle moans that mad me want to devour her right there. “This is what you wanted right?” “Yes” Her voice was shaky “You're going to take it like a good girl” “Yes professor” I continued rubbing my fingers against her already soaked panties. She continued moaning Into my ear. The door of the lecture hall beside my office e flung open and a barge of students rushed out.

I am ready. "Are you done with your notes, because I think you are staring at nothing again," Clara says, nudging my arm with a touch that feels like a burn. I look at the paper, then back at the professor. Vance is writing a series of symbols on the board. They aren't standard history notes. They are instructions for a contact point. My blood runs cold, but I force myself to act bored, tapping my pen against the desk in a rhythmic, mindless pattern. I am learning their language, their secrets, and their patterns. I will be the one who decides when this conversation ends.

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

A school slut would do practically anything to pass. ..... I pushed open the door to his office, feeling nervous. I let my hoodie ride up as I adjusted my stance to show a little skin on my hips. I knew I was a professional when it came to seduction and had gotten almost all the men on campus to fuck me, but this is Professor Brook we're talking about. He's the only professor in the entire academy who hadn't even glanced at me much, even when I was basically parading myself, half-naked for all to see.

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

Vasile not to set anything on fire inside the classroom. Instead, there was a stranger standing beside the board. He looked older than most academy professors. Not fragile-old, but the kind of age that came with sharp cheekbones and silver hair pulled back neatly at the nape of his neck. His robes carried the deep indigo stitching of another academy. Dr. Vasile tapped the edge of the desk once. “Class, today we’re fortunate to host a visiting scholar from the Eastern Academy.” She gestured politely. “Professor Halden will be discussing documented psychological profiles of historical Primes.”