Ash Mom And Professor Oak Novels & Stories

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

Star Shatterer! Buddha’s Palm! *Boom* *Puchi* Kylie flipped backwards gracefully, landing next to Jack. On the other hand, the professor was not doing very well. His unbreakable golden palm was no longer unbreakable. The left palm had a few cracks in it like fractured glass, but the right was much worse. For there was a huge circular hole in the professor’s right arm that poured out blood freely like a generous well. The professor’s complexion was pale, and more of his star energy was leaking out into the atmosphere. Keeping his energy to himself had become an almost impossible task, and he was struggling to remain on his feet.

She spat before turning around and heading for the door. “And you should come back from school earlier, we are going to be having a visitor. Okay?” She glanced at me and I quickly nodded. Once she was gone, I sighed and sat well on the floor. Tears ran down both sides of my cheeks but I wiped it quickly. Time was far spent and I would be late for the second class, The Professor already hates me. I rushed to my dad’s room with his breakfast. As usual, Dad was seated on the bed, looking into space. He usually said nothing. Dad hasn't said a word since he got into this accident which incapacitated him. The doctor never said that he couldn't speak though.

Just how powerful was he? I was tempted to speak to my mate's bare body, but I decided not to. Professor Hale kept me in his arms as we headed towards the section for prophecy and mysterious stones. When we stopped in front of the shelf, he spoke to me using telepathy. 'Grab three books.' Quickly, I did as he'd asked, and just as we started to move away from the shelf, Professor Storm arrived there. I froze, not daring to breathe. However, Jaxon merely watched her with a wary gaze, as though he was certain that he wouldn't get caught.

“I always knew there was something—” “Enough, boys,” Professor Lucian cut him off, his piercing eyes never leaving my face. “Don’t you have somewhere to be this early? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for the Briarwood big games?” “But the—” Jason started, looking at his brothers for backup before trailing off. “She’s the blue-eyed—” Jace stared at me like I was some kind of prize, but his words were instantly hijacked by the professor. “Boys. Go get ready for school. Now.”

I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself. “You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded. Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him. Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days. I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

Needed to feel his hand in mine, hear that soft laugh, remind myself there was still something worth protecting that didn’t come with a body count. I locked the office, pulled the hood up, and melted into the evening crowd—Professor Kai on the surface, clan leader underneath, both parts racing toward collisions I wasn’t sure I could stop.

"Hey! You have to catch me, first dork! Now pick up my things or I will destroy your sketchbooks! Fair warning Mouse!" "Oh, you son of a bi-" Ash words were cut off as Adom hung up the phone. The group laughed at father and sons antics. Well it's really new for them, they never see a father and son dynamic like this. Adom walked into the room sitting on the coffee table so he could see everyone.

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

I load the cart with those, making it almost half full. Professor Fortez stared at me like as if I’ve grown another head. “Are you planning to get sick?! Why would you buy all these unhealthy stuffs?!” he asked. He looks like he is starting to get pissed. His eyebrows are forming a straight line. His forehead also has deep creases.