Ghost Whisperer Professor Payne Novels & Stories

“Either way, you’re not going anywhere!” Paige pulled on Navy’s wrist until she was seated at the table with her. “Don’t worry about class. Professor B. invited some guest-speaker… So, it’ll just be some old, old, old colleague of his. They’ll turn down the lights and we can nap in the back of the class.” Navy opened her mouth, but Paige plowed over her, running her fingers through her own flawlessly styled, bleach-blond pixie haircut.

As I got home from dropping her off all I could think was her, her beautiful blue eyes and her long dark hair, I wish I could grab her hair while I kiss her, I close my eyes and I take a deep breath trying to remember myself of her scent, how good she smells and how I wish I was next to her right now. “Mr Payne, care to share what’s on your mind?”, The professor says and I open my eyes looking at him. I shake my head and apologise for the distraction and try to focus again on what he is saying. I look at my phone that is resting on top of the small desk and it vibrates as soon as my eyes meet the screen.

Whispers floated through the air, just loud enough for my wolf hearing to catch. "New pack member." "Alpha's stepdaughter." "She smells off." I kept my eyes down, pretending I did not hear them, pretending their words did not make my wolf stir uncomfortably. The professor entered exactly on time, a middle-aged wolf with greying temples who immediately launched into a lecture about political power structures. I pulled out my notebook and tried to focus. Ten minutes in, the door slammed open. Lucas Pierce strolled in like he owned the place, coffee cup in hand, lazy grin on his face. The professor did not comment, he did not even pause his lecture. Fear or respect, I could not tell which.

Bellona Ashford. 40. Susan Carter. The color completely drained from her face. I smiled brightly at her, tilting my head. "...Looks like the ground liked me more." Her expression twisted with pure, unadulterated fury. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Professor Hawthorne watched the muddy girl laughing quietly to herself on the grass. The younger professor beside him frowned, adjusting his glasses. "No active wolf... and she still finished in the top forty." Professor Hawthorne's amber eyes remained locked on Bellona, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips.

Which is too taxing as we consumed too much energy and kept on using our pheromones for various techniques. “Even if everyone at Woodhill complained, I could do nothing about it. I’m just your poor professor trying to earn money to support my mate,” he declared, and Miss Helen appeared behind him. "Aww, poor guy. Your mate must be one of those high-maintenance she-wolves!” Sir Payne was genuinely surprised when she popped up behind him. Miss Helen proudly and arrogantly tilted her head as if saying she had won. That Sir Payne wasn’t able to detect her.

I was okay with being invisible, and I just had to remind them I was there. “What do you want, Doctor Brown?” Willow glares at me. “Who is he?” Chloe whispers. “He used to be a professor, but now says he is a psychic or something,” she says dismissively. “Seriously, Chloe?” Willow says impatiently. “You want to flirt with Professor Coldheart at a time like this?” Willow purses her lips, and they glower at each other. I silently walk away, wanting to slip out of the scene as quietly as possible.

He pushed his glasses up his nose. "About time you got here," the kid said. His voice was high, slightly nasal. "Did you get the stuff?" Silas stepped forward, wincing. "I brought the drive. But I want to know why you are working for the woman who put a price on my head." The Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes. "I am not working for her. I am bleeding her. She thinks I am helping her launder money through the crypto markets. In reality, I am siphoning every cent she makes into a blind account."

I whispered into the receiver when the man on the other end answered. The voice was calm, almost mocking. “You want Ghost.” “Yes.” “You know the price. Ghost has been locked up for the first time in twenty years. To free him, shut it !!! You have done the lecture before.”. “You’ll get your money.” “Then wait.” The line went dead. For two long hours, I paced my office, my steps echoing in the silence. Finally, headlights cut through the front gates. A black van rolled into the courtyard. Two men in dark suits stepped out, and behind them, another figure emerged.

Paisley’s ass, which I still find hard to believe. Professor Meyers delves into the first speech we’re going to cover. He fields a few questions. Then discusses what happens next. Nothing too heavy for a first day. And yet, I glance over again, and find Piper taking notes. Scribbling something in her book that catches my attention more than the professor droning on.

Gillow stepped back, his crimson gaze boring into him. “You will remember meeting no vampire,” Gillow said, his voice low and commanding. His crimson eyes flared brighter, locking the professor in place. “You will remember your unprofessional actions toward Arda Gray. And you will remember me as her man who smacked the hell out of you for sexual harassment. You will also remember that her man has the power to cripple you socially, financially, and otherwise. And because of this, you will behave. One more slip-up, and you’re gone. Do you understand?” The professor nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”