Im In Love With My Professor Novels & Stories

-Which one of you is Amarantha Chevallier? I looked up at the professor when he said my name. They all looked at me. -It's me. - Can you please come with me? -I blinked several times without understanding but in the end I stood up and followed him out. -Is something wrong? -I asked him. He stops so I stop. Up close he's super better. My God, until recently I was hating men and now I'm attracted to my teacher. I seriously don't understand myself. -Maybe you don't remember me, Amie," he says.

He teased me. "This is not funny, Daniel." I snapped, returning my gaze back to him. "So now, tell me. Do you like him or not?" He asked. "I don't like... I mean, I don't know. I feel really weird around him but I'm very sure I don't like him. Moreover, he is my professor. Such relationship can't happen between us." "And let's not forget, I'm not gay or bisexual." I finished. "Mmn. I would agree with the professor and students thing but then, love knows no boundary."

The way his hands caressed me like he was hungry for me. Those strong big hands. Snap out of it Ivy! I jerk back to my senses and sit up straight. My cheeks burn in shame. No normal person should be thinking about being touched by your professor in class. Right? I look around in hopes that no one was looking at me or at least noticing my existence and exhaling. I'm sure no one caught that. I hope The lecture drags on but I still find myself slipping into the thought of professor Caden. So much so that I don't notice when a young man comes to sit next to me.

He would tell her I was a problem that couldn't be bought. I went inside and found Vane sitting on the bed, looking at the crepes like they were poison. "He wasn't nice, was he?" Vane asked quietly. "No, Vane. He wasn't," I said, sitting down next to him. I was shaking, the adrenaline finally leaving my system and leaving a cold, jagged exhaustion in its place. "I miss the professor," Vane whispered. "He was scary, but he never looked at me like I was a chore. Dominic looked at me like I was a piece of luggage he had to carry."

That thought makes me want to frown, but thinking that Professor Fortez won’t let me be alone by myself during the holidays makes me want to rejoice. “That is good to hear.” he said. He put all the plastic bags he was carrying on the small table inside the room. He strode toward me afterwards, all the while looking as manly as ever. I watched his every step until he reached the side of my bed. I looked up at him because of his height, while admiring his attractive manly face. I miss him every time he leaves to teach at the University. A sweet smile forms in my lips while staring at him in pure admiration.

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

"I refuse to believe. You are the youngest professor in the history of this university. Everyone thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread and I've heard you teach you are such a good teacher you make everyone want to listen." "And your voice. It makes me just want to kiss your throat and stay there while you talk so I can feel the vibration of your words on my lips, because that's the closest one can get to kissing you words. Sometimes I have to fight myself so I don't jump you... " I stopped talking the moment I realized what I had been saying and he just stared at me with amused shock. "That's something to think about whenever I'm in class with you. Something to anticipate" he g

Okay, it hasn’t been long, but a day feels like a lifetime, and I can’t live without my honey’s kisses. “Why did Britain choose this method, Maija?” “Huh?” I look up, confused after hearing my name. Professor Stewart looks at me with a face marred with disappointment, he's been catching me daydreaming lately, and he seems upset about it. But I can't help that Zayne fills my head most of the day and all night. Luckily, my classes are easy, so I don't have to pay attention all the time. Professor Stewart stares at me before sighing; I hate disappointing him since he is my favorite professor. Since last semester, we have been close when he taught me American History, and I would often go to his

Cole lecture, by the way, I keep thinking of several magical ways I could skip time to when Cole would finally walk through those doors and stand on that very podium. I swear, he makes teaching look like foreplay, cos while he’s standing there in his posh suit, all I think of are those lips of his wrapped around my nipples or those hands of his tracing every curve of my body. And right here in the class, I would wet my panties again with the fear of it marking a portion of my skirt. Oh, what good times. “Have a nice day, students,” the professor finally says after the break alarm. Everyone springs to their feet. Unlike Cole’s lectures when I linger for the hall to empty out, I’m actually the

“Professor… I don’t know if…” “Shh.” His fingers traced slowly up my spine, sending shivers through me. “You’ve been such a good girl in my class, Lila. Always watching me. Always trying so hard. Those other girls don’t see how special you are. But I do.” I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to stand up and leave. This was wrong. He was my professor. But the way he spoke, the gentle strength in his touch after all those weeks of feeling invisible, made my legs weak. “I just want to pass,” I whispered.