Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability Novels & Stories

Well, that’s one hell of an obstacle. “To answer your question, no. I am not disappointed. I know learning to trust me will be a process for you. Know that I do want you. You’re my mate.” Then suddenly he cocks his eyebrow. And fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “You seem hung up on rank, on my being an Alpha and people thinking you are a rogue. What aren’t you telling me?” HHmmm, our sexy professor is a clever boy. You should reward him.

How could they not have his address when he had been a professor at this very academy? “Sir, please, y-you have to understand. I need to find him. He was a professor here. Surely there must be some record, an address, a file, anything–” The principal shook his head firmly. “Don’t even think about the mafia king. You’re young. Do you want to risk your life? He’s a mafia. He wouldn’t leave his personal information laying around, would he? Every detail has vanished. Most likely, he was undercover for some mission. That’s all we could guess.”

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

I want to be honest about the distribution, because the distribution is the thing that failed, and the failure is the subject of this chapter. I had assigned sixty-one percent probability to ‘takes them inside.’ The woman who took them inside was a woman whose caution had been overridden by curiosity, by the precision of the gift, by the part of her that had put her hand over mine on her own thigh and asked me, without words, to stay. Sixty-one percent. I had thought the odds favored it.

My breathing becomes harder and I clutch the desk-top in front of me to calm myself down. Professor Christian Lambert is still speaking so I do my best to pay attention. ”You can call me Professor Lambert and I’ll be taking you all on international studies from now,” the girls giggle and the boys go “Ahh.” We’re all excited. I’m not. I don’t know much about campus rules but I think fraternizing with a lecturer or a professor is not advised. Right? I can only hope he doesn’t remember who I am. He disappeared after giving me one of my best pleasures and it’s already been two weeks. There’s no way he’ll remember who I am.

Out of nowhere, in a shift she couldn't fully comprehend, she no longer saw him as the arrogant, grumpy professor she loathed. Now? He was infuriatingly attractive. Dressed to impress, she grabbed her bag and headed straight to campus. Right at the faculty entrance, she bumped into Dima, who was leaning against a pillar, eyeing her up and down with intense suspicion. Taking in Hala’s impeccable outfit and over-the-top effort, Dima raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spill. What do you think Dr. Grumpy Pants actually wants from you today?" "Honestly... I have no idea," Hala murmured, playing dumb.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

“A couple of drops of an old potion?” “You would be surprised,” she replied with a shrug. “And it’s not just any potion. It is a perfect potion. Connery’s potion. Werewolf turnings have an over fifty percent mortality rate. This turning, this potion, worked.” “He is a very unusual werewolf,” Logan returned the vial to her and she tucked it into her corset as the doors opened into the mirrored hallway. She glanced up at him. He was not marvelling at Connery’s eccentricities, she thought, but rather prompting her to tell him about him.

His large hands immediately traced a line of fire from my wet pussy, up over my bare breasts, all the way to my lips. “So, Professor Liam, you just casually get free fuck off from the Dean of the College?” I purred, my eyes lingering over his handsome, unbothered face. “So it appears. A beautiful, highly leveraged scandal,” he murmured, his gaze darkening. “I could easily work my way up to Dean or a chair position with that kind of ammunition.” His fingers returned to my nipples, pinching the hard points. “Little Ciara, you absolutely love risks, don't you?”

The moment Blaire heard that, her knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor. "Under ten percent? Does that mean Malcolm is a dead man?" she asked. Vincent was practically jumping out of his skin with anxiety. "Professor Grant, you're the leading expert in the country. How can the odds only be ten percent?" William spun around, slamming his cane heavily against the floor. "Medicine is a science, not a magic trick! However…" His tone shifted, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Doesn't your hospital have a prodigy on staff? If he's here, the success rate could be significantly higher."