Ghost Whisperer Professor Payne Novels & Stories

Lyra’s hand is still over the screen. Her expression didn’t change much. Barely perceptible. But her lashes lowered slightly. A breath hitched. And something in her chest fluttered soft, unfamiliar, and hard to ignore. “Miss Moreno.” The voice rang out lightly, pulling her attention back. Lyra looked up, slow and calm, as always. Professor Delaine was watching her from the front of the room with an arched brow and a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “If your mysterious texter wants to help you solve these derivatives, they’re welcome to join us.”

“You’re the screamer.” Great. “I’m Lira. Shadow fae. You?” “Seraphina. Human—I think.” She snorted. “Not with that power surge you pulled earlier.” I opened my mouth to ask more, but then the room fell silent. The professor had entered. He looked normal—clean-cut, gray suit, salt-and-pepper hair. Except for one thing. He made no sound. His footsteps were silent. Not even a whisper on the marble. It was as if the air had carried him.

I stumbled back, blinking in surprise as my eyes focused on the last person I wanted to see right now. Rex. My ex. And standing right next to him, looking smug as ever, was his new girlfriend, the one Agnes had mentioned. The one whose father apparently owned half the city—including, it seemed, the school. “Well, well, well,” Rex said with a nasty grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked me up and down. “If it isn’t the professor.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to sidestep him, but he blocked my path. His girlfriend, a tall, elegant blonde who looked like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, let out a soft, fake laugh.

Everyone had retired for the night and the silence inside the grand halls was comforting except in the library. Two shadows stood near a dimly lit fireplace, engaged in a whispered conversation. The flicker of the flames reflected in the sharp eyes of Belle’s father, Mikhail Gray, his expression cold and unreadable. Across from him stood Daston Hallow, an old family friend, but tonight, he wasn’t just visiting for pleasantries. His lips twisted into a thin smile as he passed Mikhail a sealed envelope. "Is everything ready?" Mikhail asked, his voice low and measured. "Yes." Daston replied, his eyes narrowing. "The accounts have been moved as you requested. No one will trace it back to us, not

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

I nod as I look her over, “you are not the one I’m looking for.” She smirks at me, “I know, but I can help you find the one you truly want,” she points to the chair opposite my desk, “may I.” I nod and she walks to the chair and sits, my eyes watch her every move and I can’t help the feeling that she is not here for my good, but for her own, “why would you help?” She arches her brow, “the one you seek is called Whisper,” she’s not asking, she’s making a statement. “I can give you her location,” she tilts her head to me, “there is a price.”

Heck, it looked pretty expensive and Alexander wondered how Martinez could afford such a place. " Because I'm your best friend. Also, you wouldn't have gone this far without me." Liam smiles smugly. Alexander sighed, as always, his friend was saying the truth. They both got out and knocked on the wooden door. Minutes later, it was opened by an old woman in a maid outfit. The woman led them in where they met William seated in the living room by a table filled with various disges and wine. " Good evening,Mr Payne. Please have a seat." William nervously gestured towards the empty seats beside him.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

Then his phone—black screen, no texts, no calls, just the faint buzz of a dying signal. Nothing. His jaw clenched hard, teeth grinding. The Whisperer wasn’t just some snitch—he was gold, a ghost who slipped through shadows, feeding Jeremiah scraps that built his empire under Jeremy’s nose. Names, dates, deals—the guy knew where every body was buried, and he’d kept Jeremiah ahead of the game. If he was gone—if something had snagged him—

How could I tell her it was my college professor who called me his personal whore and fucked me this morning making me cum four time was the one that was paying for all this? She watched me for a long moment, long enough that I had to work to keep my face still, keep my eyes from going to the pendant at my throat and to keep my hands loose at my sides instead of folded across my chest where they wanted to be. "Someone paid for a private ward in Manhattan General," she said slowly. "This doesn't come from the billing office, or any Make-a-wish foundation Emberlyn. This comes from somewhere with money." "Those Make-a-wish foundations have donations and are usually like loaded and maybe the ins