Ghost Whisperer Professor Payne Novels & Stories

"Is this person for real? We've been used as pawns by someone like this for so long." "This world is unbelievable—it's pure madness." "He should be acting in a soap opera, but look at him. He couldn't even get an extra part." "How can he call himself a top escort? I heard that old professor only pays him 300 dollars a session. That's ridiculously low. Even college tutors make more than that per hour." "Maybe the professor's just stingy, and Lionel dropped his price to get attention."

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

the Lycan professor whispered. “And these days, studies are handed to the new professor that has the best insights about them. You can go directly to her and see to it that she’d approve the study— and please do not pull strings and use your own budget. I would surely send word to your father if matters come to that point,” Professor Morgan said. He excused himself from the two students after giving them the name of the new professor. “Ellis Hoffman… she’s a werewolf, do you know her— Are you alright, Samarah?” Adhler asked when he noticed the woman shivering. The latter looked at him and shook her head.

Kayla hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Professor Elliot?” He turned slightly, his sharp green eyes settling on her. A flicker of recognition passed through them before he gave a slight smile, his eyes softening. "Kayla," he said. The cashier finished bagging his items and handed him the card machine. Without warning, Elliot spoke. “Add hers to mine.” Kayla’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?” Elliot didn’t even look at her. “It’s fine.” The cashier hesitated, looking between them. Kayla quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to do that, Professor. I can pay for my own things.”

“In thirty seconds, the wolf fly would fall and die. Healing is so beautiful,” He chuckled and we all watched. I felt proud as I watched my creation. It felt good to know that I did that. Me! Daphne Gaitlin. I’m more than just an online pornstar and money-making machine. I’m actually good at something and it feels good to know that. I could see Professor Blowfish glance at his watch and back at the fly. “Hmm. You used thirty seconds to recite the spell and the fly has flown about for a minute and fifteen seconds now but it’s still alive. That is certainly interesting,” he stroked his chin as the murmurs in the class increased.

For a second, I thought it was Skylar, and relief flooded me. "Skylar?" I whispered. The figure stepped into a sliver of moonlight. It wasn't Skylar. It wasn't Tyler. It was Professor Whyte. She looked different tonight. The prim, proper math professor was gone. Her eyes were sharp, glowing with an intensity that made my wolf whine in submission. "Professor Whyte?" I recoiled, my hand going to my throat. "What are you doing here? Did you send that text?" She stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "I did. And I suggest you stop looking for Tyler and Skylar, Aliyah. They are not coming, sweetheart."

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

They’d caught her on camera going into my hostel and it was dated around the time my side of the room had been torn apart. The P.I was right to assume that there could have been two people involved. Two psycho relatives. “Professor Deric is moody today.” Jack whispered beside me. I rolled my eyes at him. “He’s always moody.” “Nah. Today’s different.” “How would you know?” I was turning defensive all of a sudden. “Guess who’s moody too.” I frowned at Jack. He was right, I was moody too but I was going to blame it on PMS.

In fact, everything I asked for was available either in full or partially. I bit the cover of the pen as I skimmed through them carefully. I saw something that made me pause. “Who authorized these payments?” “We’re still tracing them.” “And these calls?” “Hidden through multiple networks.” Interesting. Really interesting. This wasn't the work of a reckless accomplice. Whoever this man was, he knew how to stay invisible. I kept reading. Every page unfolded something new and made my jaw tighten. For a moment, I thought Seraphina was being used for all of these.