Novel & Cerita Ghost Whisperer Professor Payne

The silence between us stretched so tight it felt ready to snap. I did not move. I did not speak. I kept my face like a flawless stone mask, but inside my mind, a great panic was waking up. In my past life, Professor Pendelton had been a quiet man who only taught ancient history. He had never spoken to me. He had never helped me. Why did he know my secret now? How had the timeline shifted this much?

At ten thirty at night, the tiered lecture hall at Saint Chimera University was still brightly lit. The students were starving and furious, yet not a single one dared to complain. The source of their fear, Professor Sarek, the man destined to become the future king of the werewolves, stood at the front of the room. At that moment, his red eyes were locked onto his phone screen, his expression dark. On the screen was the last message he had received: [I’m sorry. You’re far too aggressive. I’m afraid of you. Please don’t look for me anymore.]

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

“Something about your origin.” My throat went dry. A shiver ran down my spine. He knew something. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I lied. “Oh, really?” The corner of his lips lifted up. “But we all saw it,” Professor Dianna chipped in. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” I spat, meeting his gaze. “I’ve won.” The air thickened, pressing against my lungs. The smile on Mr Grim Reaper faltered, his gaze darkening. Professor Diana narrowed her eyes. The short man’s face was a mask of fury.

she inquired. She glanced down where Sage and I’s hands were intertwined, and gave me a dirty look. She had obviously not seen the marks on our necks, or she just chose to ignore them. Either way, she had best mind her manners. I would hate to have to fire her too. “Professor Morris. Have you ever attended a school function, no matter the time, and not get paid? No, you haven’t. You are always paid for a function no matter what time of day or night it is. So, please, go take your seat so I can begin,” I snapped, and the professor stomped away.

Alex paused, rolled his eyes lazily, then let out a dismissive laugh, as if her words were weightless. Selly inhaled again, deeper this time. Her gaze sharpened—she was no longer just the victim. “Just so you know, Professor. If this ever gets out, I’m not the only one who falls. Your wife does too—Dr. Helena Harrington, dean of the law faculty.” “So now you’re threatening me?”

I eyed the tablet then the watch around his wrist when it became visible under his sleeve. The watch was expensive looking, his clothes too as well as this jet. What professor had a jet and such a watch? What did this man do? I needed to know before I ended up sleeping with a man doing some illegal shit. So, I cleared my throat and leaned forward, getting his attention.

… An hour later, Lucille and Spencer had just returned to the hotel when Lucille's phone rang a few times and several messages popped up. Alicia texted, "Lucy, I used Otearl Alliance's Oracle surveillance system and found the man you're looking for. He's in Ghosthorn. He's a researcher with a bad habit—gambling. A mysterious person from Gasgree Circle has been helping him to stay off the radar for almost a month." After Lucille read the message, she texted, "Okay." Soon, she received another message. This time, it was about something personal. "When are you coming back?"

she called out, raising a hand in a friendly wave. The professor slowed his pace, his eyes flicking up from his phone to meet hers. He paused just long enough to acknowledge them both. His gaze lingered on Jackson's cold stare for a brief moment, but it quickly shifted back to Azalea, as if Jackson's glare hadn't fazed him at all. "Ah, Ms. Moore," he said, his voice warm, almost a little too rehearsed. "How are you?" "I'm fine actually. I'm still sorry for yesterday's hiccup. I'm still holding my promise on getting you a cup of coffee."

I stood in the silver moonlight and looked at the headmaster who had been cold to me for two months and was now telling me that he had served my dead father. "If this is true" I said. "If- ” I stopped. Payne cut in "I am telling you this because you need to know." He moved away from the telescope for the first time, "Not because it changes your immediate situation. Your situation remains dangerous, and I cannot openly protect you without exposing everything I've been building for years." He stopped in front of a cabinet I hadn't noticed against the far wall. "But you need to understand what you are. You need to be prepared."