Novel & Cerita Butters As Professor Chaos

and “please don’t eat me.” Even the faculty were watching. Professor Batista sat like a carved statue, lips pressed tight. Professor Voss leaned back in his chair, gaze narrowed. Professor Dana, the one with constantly shifting hair, looked openly curious, her braid streaked rose gold and seafoam at the same time. And Headmaster Arx? He watched like a man waiting to see if a storm would break or simply pass overhead. I clenched my fists. Let them all look. Let them stare.

he said easily “but I’m also the one standing here with all the power. You and lover boy there,i have the two of you at the center of my palm, one slip away and you will lose everything you ever worked hard for” For a second, nobody moved. The hum of the overhead light filled the silence. The professor looked ready to collapse. Cheryl’s mind raced rage, humiliation, disbelief all crashing together. “Or” he added, turning toward the door. “I could just go tell the dean now. Let him know what kind of tutoring you’ve been getting.”

Doug's smile grew even more wicked. "Professor Morty hasn't slept with Professor Campbell yet, huh? Fine, I'll show some mercy. I'll let Professor Morty watch from the side while I fuck Professor Campbell. At least that way, he'll get some satisfaction—if only mentally."

There were eggshells on the counter, flour on my sleeve, and smoke gently curling from the pan. Bennett stood beside me, arms crossed, clearly trying not to laugh. “I told you I could handle it,” I said defensively, staring down at my sad attempt at scrambled eggs. “This isn’t food. It’s a cry for help.” I shot him a glare. “You’re being dramatic.” “You set butter on fire.” “Only a little.” He sighed and gently took the spatula from me. “Step aside, Chef Chaos. I’ll handle this.” I folded my arms and watched him work.

I wrapped my arms around Derick, understanding his perspective. Just as we embraced, Professor cleared his throat, drawing our attention. He had entered the room, and it seemed he had overheard our conversation. Without missing a beat, Professor asked about the whereabouts of Anita's wolf corpse. We were taken aback, unsure of how he had come by that information. Derick and I exchanged puzzled glances, and before we could respond, Professor scoffed at our surprise.

He looked around and asked me to bend my head so no one could hear us. “Dr Tona got fired.” A gasp fell from my lips and I felt a sick sense of joy in my heart. “Really? What happened?” “Well, let’s just say she messed with the wrong person. Apparently, someone reported her for begging lecturers to change Rami’s grades.” That was absolutely scandalous. “Wow.” I snorted “Wow is right.” Some people just gave women a bad name. “So, who’s taking her course now?” “It’s supposed to be Professor Jared but he’s currently not around.” My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help the blush that coloured my cheeks.

Lucifer was getting very angry at the constant questions challenging his orders. 'Enough.' He roared, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Professor collapse to the floor, quivering in fear and begging not to be hurt. 'It is a good job I need you to prepare the female, you pathetic piece of garbage. Now do your fucking job, you have half an hour.' The professor whimpered back at him, 'But, but, Sir, you s, said, an hour?' He stammered only to be grabbed by the neck,

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

he said pleasantly, "that if we can't examine literature from multiple angles we might be limiting our understanding. Don't you think so Professor?" He was doing it on purpose. Everyone could see it including me. I swallowed hard and kept my face straight. "Mr Vans" I said evenly, "if you'd like to challenge my lesson plan I suggest you bring it up at the faculty meeting with Daddy's help perhaps. Afterall you rely on Daddy's influence" Laughter spread across the room. This time not entirely at my expense. Something moved across his face. Surprise maybe. Just for a second then the bell rang.

"The woman who attacked you was Professor Celeste, head of the Supernatural Studies department. She is a born witch and wants your power." Dante paused, his eyes watched her face as the word sank in. I stared at him, wondering if he would ever be able to admit to Lessie that Celeste was his ex-girlfriend. "She will kill to get it. You're one of a kind and this is why you need my protection." "A witch?" She scoffed with a broken smile as her eyes met with Dante's, tears welling up in them. "This is crazy. All of this is crazy!" Letting go of Ethan's hand, she backed towards the exit, shaking her head.