Best Professor Student Romance Books Novels & Stories

“How kind and generous you are to me. I’m surprised you’d want someone like me.” “And I thought we’d moved on from that. You have such high regard for me.” “Because you are perfect.” “I’m far from perfect,” he whispers. “I’m just a normal guy who wants a woman. She is, however, my student. How fucked up is that? If only I had met you under different circumstances, I’d have moved things along sooner.” “But I like this better. I want the rush of seeing you in front of the class, knowing that the professor they respect wants me.” I trace my forefinger across his chest.

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

They were able to snag an empty table to actually sit down and fill up on the food they’d grabbed. For a while, Edward was actually enjoying himself. Vanessa was absolutely adorable as usual as he tried all the different things she’d picked out. And she also let Edward feed her a few things off of his plate as well. “By the way, why did you call that guy, ‘professor’?” Vanessa asked looking at Timothy, though she has met Jennifer and knows about her love story still hasn’t seen Timothy face to face. Edward looked up and followed her line of sight and answered, “Long story, in short, he’s the husband of my best friend Jennifer, the one I’ve told you about, and he pretended as our professor wh

--- “Cut the crap. What is he doing in our school if he is Sugar?” Christiana snarled making me jump out of my illusion. “Sugar has bastard money. He can buy the whole school.” “Maybe Sugar is his role model. That’s why he has a similar tattoo,” I whispered. “He is a fool. He thought he is wise. Because Sugar has never revealed his face, he wants to play Sugar in Bells University,” Andrena hissed. “Romeo and Juliet… break the heart of the readers because it was a dash story,” Professor Winsley’s voice echoed through the class.

He threw his head back to laugh while my phone chimed. Opening it, it was a message from Raina: 'to save you from sounding old, here's the latest news from the gossip website (Link attached).' For some weird reasons, my heart started its abnormal pulsation. I swallowed hard and clicked on the link. "UPDATE ON THE PROFESSOR-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP (TRUSTED SOURCE). The female student and her professor have been seen driving to his home together. They spend an unusual amount of time together and are always trying to go out of town to hide their relationship. Rumor has it that she had spent the winter break with him.

"I'm not getting in the mix at all. There's nothing going on here." "Take the freaking advice, Madison." She snapped. "Okay, Georgia." I gritted out. Then we looked at each other and smiled. The kiss was never going to repeat itself, because I was going to stay far, far away from Luc- no- professor Buford. We were only going to be teacher and student, nothing more. There could be nothing more between us, because he was a complication. A big one. And there was no future between the both of us. Only an uneventful end would ever await that whole mess. If it ever happened. Which would never happen of course.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

"We were... very close before he began teaching here. I've watched from afar as he built his reputation as one of the finest professors in the country. To see that destroyed by a student's inappropriate obsession is heartbreaking." I could see the reporters' minds racing. Ex-girlfriend returning to support her former lover? They were practically salivating. "Are you saying Maya Chen was obsessed with Professor Ronan?" "I'm saying," I replied, choosing my words like arrows, "that sometimes young women mistake a professor's kindness for something more. It's tragic when those delusions destroy good people's lives."

He was tall enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “You remind me of someone,” he said softly. “Someone I used to know and perhaps someone I'm expecting.” Before I could ask who, he stepped back, the professional mask sliding into place. “Don't be late again, Miss Hogan.” I nodded and practically fled the room with my heart racing. First, it was the mysterious boy who kissed me like his life depended on it, making my wolf restless ever since. Now, it was a professor who looked at me like I was something in between a line he couldn't have, even when his eyes said it all and my body yearned for him.