Find My Professor Novels & Stories

"Are you sure? Because the way you described the tension... it felt personal." Juliet's breath came faster. She could smell his cologne again, the same one from yesterday. "Professor, I don't think–" "Call me Adrian when the door is closed, when we're in the office and when we're alone" he said. The words came out soft but firm. "Just for this conversation." She swallowed hard. "Adrian... I'm not sure what you want me to say." He straightened up but stayed close. "I want you to tell me the truth. When you wrote that line about the professor and the student crossing the line, did part of you wonder what it would feel like?"

"So, it could take years to find anything substantial?" The professor's face lit up with a mischievous smile. "Not necessarily, my dear. Not when you have someone who knows exactly where to look." I tensed at his word choice. My dear? Really? I ignored it and turned to Shana to exchange glimmers of hope, eager for what the professor had to reveal to us. "I've been digging through the university's library for the past three days," Professor Black continued to say, his excitement only seemed to be growing more and more.

Isabel asked me about the man that took me away from the club but I never got into details. It’s a good thing that she never got to see his face. I cannot begin to imagine her reaction when she finds out that he was my step brother and also our professor. If we would start, I would want everyone to drop their phone and bring out their literature text so we can go through our lecture for the day. Isabel finds her hands in her bag and drops the novel in front of me. From where he stood on the podium I could see the way he searched the classroom. I knew he was looking for me.

❤️ Timothy' POV ❤️ I walk towards the classroom I always miss once I'm away, that one into which I know I'll be able to see the girl who brings a lot of weird feelings into me. I step towards the opened door but was stopped by a colleague. "Hey, professor Timothy, sorry to waste your time right now but I need to let you know that I talked to the director about the project...." he keeps on speaking to me as I'm nodding to his explanations.

And that will be due in two weeks’ time. “Okay, text me if you need anything.” he said. I furrowed my forehead on what he said. How can I send him a message? “I don’t have your number, professor.” I replied. He looked at me wondering at my answer. “You don’t?” he asked confused. Of course I don’t have your number, professor. You didn’t give it to me. I shook my head to answer his confusion.

That makes him even hotter. “Yeah, you're quite a great teacher, Professor Shawn, but there were quite a few things that I just couldn't grasp.” I said sweetly, contorting my face so as to seem the serious yet confused student I'm playing. “Would it be okay if I could get your number and ask the questions I'd like to ask?” “Yeah, sure.” He stretched out his hand, and I handed him my phone, to which he typed in his number. “There you go.” He handed it back to me. “You can reach me anytime. I’d be glad to help.”

I started, "I need to get my phone." "Should I come with you?" she asked as I got up from my seat. "No," I said sharply as I sauntered out of the class without looking back. I walked past some students to the far end of the hallway, but I couldn't locate professor Ava's office. "Hey," I called one of the students walking alone, "Any idea where professor Ava's office is?" I asked. "Upstairs," he answered, "Opposite professor Logan's office. My breath caught in my throat, "Opposite?" "Yes, he repeated, "Opposite."

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

“I won’t be getting involved again. And the files you sent are of no use. I won’t be going through them.” Ronald chuckles. “Never say never, Killian.” I hang up and sigh, rubbing my temple. The work continues, but the distraction doesn’t last. *** Monday arrives too quickly. I sit through the faculty meeting in the professor’s lounge, already regretting every second. The other professors try to cozy up, especially Professor Langsford, the overly chirpy one constantly competing with me on that ridiculous popularity poll. He corners me afterward in the hallway, smiling too wide. “Professor Davenport! Great session last week. Have you thought about that interdisciplinary project I mentioned?”

He is in the middle of placing his laptop inside his backpack when he looks up at me. “Oh? Aren’t you Zarah Winters? What are you doing here?” He sounded delighted to see me, making me feel a little awkward that I couldn’t share the same feeling. “H-Hi. I’m here for Marvon Belingham. Has he left already?” “Marvon Belingham?” The professor goes to his tablet and checks something on the screen. “It’s true that he is supposed to be here, but he did not appear in my class.” I really want to grab the tablet from his hands and demand to know if he is telling the truth, but judging by the way he is looking at the screen in a state of skepticism, it seems like he is. For the time being, I can only t