Romans & histoires Academy Undercover Professor Novel Indo

“Can you shut up and let us eat in peace?” "Actually, I expect hospitality from you. I heard you are a professor. Is that true?” Shanon touched Anthony's thigh and gave him a code to stay calm. The thing Tessa wanted most was to screw them over. Shanon warned Anthony not to give the woman what she wanted. “I'm a professor in the economics department.” “Wow, cool. How about you, Jamie?” Smiling stiffly, Jammie answered with slightly forced calm. “I'm an architect.”

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

"Nah, that's impossible. He's the most admired lecturer by the girls on campus. Just his breath makes the ladies scream hysterically. Of course, he has very high standards, Onya. And again, what did you say earlier? Does he know Zidan? Impossible, Fachri is originally from Samarinda... and studying in Bandung. He even became the youngest lecturer due to his achievements. It's highly unlikely that he got lost in Jakarta just to get to know Zidan. It's nothing more than a lecturer being curious about his student.

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

Alistair said and they all stood up and left the office, locking it behind them. *Back at the Bakery* Kayla stepped out into the storefront, the bell above the door still jingling from the customer’s arrival. She forced a polite smile, though her heart raced as she saw a group of men enter—tall, confident, and intimidating. She recognized them immediately, The professors from her school,two of them are actually her professors. The brothers strolled in like they owned the place, their eyes scanning the bakery’s interior before landing on Kayla behind the counter.

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.

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

*placing the file on the table* (D) Is there anything else for me to do? (***) No, You can leave for now. ----------------------------------------- Hearing that the person who placed the folder went out shutting the door behind him leaving the woman in her thoughts. ----------------------------------------- (***) What type of person are you, Mr Mile? ----------------------------------------- Saying that she turned around exposing herself to us. Many of you must have already identified her. She is none other than Vineet Wright, the nerdy goody two shoes. She is not what she behaves like but the exact opposite.