Ash Mom And Professor Oak Novels & Stories

he added quietly, “and I’ll let him come in and take a look. I mean it.” I shrank into the darkness beneath the desk, clamping both hands over my mouth. Above me, I heard Sarek casually lift the remote and deactivate the door lock. “Come in.” The door unlocked, and an eager, wide-eyed cat beastman student pushed it open. “I’m sorry to bother you, Professor… but I’m having trouble understanding this section of the terrain.” The student then opened his book. “Sure.” Sarek remained impassive, his left hand resting on the tabletop while his right hand dropped beneath it, covering my chest and giving it a vicious squeeze.

Marcus. Oh, God! Nate froze for a moment, staring at Professor Marcus. The professor himself said not a single word. He kept staring at Nate with the same blank, nondescript look on his face. Knowing the professor's ruthlessness, I was beginning to get scared. A muscle twitched in the professor's jaw. And before I knew it, the professor reached out, his hand clamping over Nate’s wrist. The casual gesture didn't hide the force behind it. Nate’s face contorted in pain, and a choked gasp escaped him.

"Which part? The facial expression or the kitty like snarls?" "Both." "Yup. Definitely worth it.!" Charlie chimed in, and they all broke out in laughter. These certain buffoons. Despite our differences. Soon we were all laughing, punching and tackling each other on the soft grass, filling in the space that we had missed for so long in each other's company, the solace this friendship provided. And as we sat under that huge and massive Oak tree, I knew that we were all going to be alright, for the moment at least. I knew that no matter what happened in the future, we would always find our way back to each other.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Rajiv Ahmad Suvillan and I will be your professor in English Literature. Please, be seated.” He motioned everyone to sit down. The students followed immediately... except for me. My feet were rooted on the floor. I couldn't move as I stared dumbfoundedly at Rajiv in front of me. My chest was pounding so hard and it felt like a cold water had been poured on me. It never failed to surprise me every damn time we meet each other. Is this a joke, dear God?

Bubbles were coming up to the surface as whatever was underneath was approaching the surface at breakneck speed. Retreating back slowly her eyes widened in astonishment as Professor Lucas emerged from the depths of the brook, his grey eyes meeting hers as his expression transitioned rapidly from shock to wonder as he gazed up at her. His hair was glistening with droplets of water and only his head and a part of his broad shoulders were visible making him look like a mythical water god. Feeling her face flaming up as she seemed to realise that he was most likely naked, she took another step back, an apology on the tip of her tongue before she cut herself off and instead blurted out, "Professo

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.”

The world that once tried to tear us apart started stitching itself back together, one careful thread at a time. I looked down at the garden below the terrace. The oldest oak still stood in the center, its branches heavy with new leaves. Mom’s marker gleamed pale in the grass. Dad spent most mornings there now, sitting on the stone bench with a thermos of coffee and a book he barely read. Sometimes I joined him, we didn’t talk much. We just sat together and let the quiet do the healing it had waited years to finish. Footsteps sounded behind me, light and quick, followed by heavier ones I knew by heart.

Azalea was instantly worried and turned around to help him, then she froze, an audible gasp leaving her mouth. There is someone staying at the beach house, someone Azalea would've never guessed was here, or would guess she'd run into. Staring back his blue eyes wide in surprise, black hair damp with pebbles of water dripping from it, is her Professor. Jackson's heart sank as soon as he realized his father. This couldn't be happening, especially not now. Azalea turned to Jackson who's glaring at Maddox. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The boy grits out in anger. Azalea glanced back at Maddox who's still trying to process her presence.

I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

"They’re like pine trees that grow straight up. But our family isn’t a pine tree, my love." He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "Then what are we?" I smiled, feeling my eyes water. "We’re a giant oak tree. Those ancient, enormous oaks that live for hundreds of years. Our branches go in every direction. They cross, they wrap around each other, and they grow upward and outward. Your mom, Sarah, is one of the strongest and deepest roots because she’s the one who gave you life. Your dad, Louis, is the main trunk, strong and steady, holding you up every day. Luka, Zion, and Elias are huge, protective branches that give shade when the sun is too strong and hold you when the win