Is Aslan The Professor Novels & Stories

I growled out starring at the Professor. “Please No, dear Prince, I did not mean ill will. In order to teach about Michael, I have to include the speculation of your father.” The professor said worry in his eyes. “As I’ve told you many times throughout the year, my name is Samael, please refer to me as such.” “Y..Yes, Of course Samael, my apologies.” The professor quivered out.” I could see a small crooked smile on Katrina’s face, which perplexed me, what is she smiling about, she should hate this demonstration of me being a pompous ass. “You can carry on Professor.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Alice with delight before addressing the Professor. "Hello, Professor! It's an honor to meet you. I've always dreamed of seeing you in person!" He clenched his fists, eyes shining excitedly like he had just achieved a lifelong dream. Professor Eslite waved his hand dismissively. "If you've made it as Alice's assistant, it proves your talent. I look forward to seeing your achievements shortly." Alex's eyes sparkled even brighter as he nodded vigorously, his gaze filled with determination.

The sparks kept increasing with every moment. “Right on time, Ash.” The professor proclaimed in a grand manner. “Yeah, it just had to be him.” I whispered to myself. The girls were already murmuring and giggling in admiration for him but he kept his amber eyes fixated on me regardless till he reached me. “Thank you for joining us Ash.” The Professor beamed as he walked past me to meet her. “It’s no biggie. I belong to this department after all, it’s the least I could do.” He smiled and I almost hissed. Since when did the king of the gang become so interested in a play?

“But sir, we have no authors and…..” “We have. One for now.” Aslan said excitedly. “Who?” “Phoebe Schmidt.”

We waited for the girls to be out of sight before turning to look at eachother again, and he signaled to a corner which I followed without questions. The path led us into a dining room large enough to serve fifty people and I took a seat on one of the chairs, waiting for the alpha to do same. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, but I shook my head almost immediately, offering him a look that showed I was content. “Alright. Then what is this about?” “I am a professor at Redmoon high.” “You said that already to my warriors.” “Yes, I did.” I responded, realizing he wasn’t one to have small talks, especially not at this time of the night. “Aside been the professor, I am something else

Not to mention how kissable his thin, pouting lips were. Aslan was half Turkish. His eyes were a deep brown. He had been tall since the day he arrived at their place. His hair had been so long then, as if scissors or razors weren’t a thing in his province. He had a very brooding, intimidating personality, and no one made him smile easily—except for his mother. He was way beyond suitable for the role of a male lead in a drama series or even a movie. When you say Aslan, it definitely means godlike charm and gorgeousness.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

Now inside the hall, everywhere was noisy, as they all gossip about their professor this year, some girls putting on their makeup. Oh, my gosh. Prof. Caleb is deadly handsome. Did you see Prof. James? Oh, you guys haven't fucking heard about Prof. Kane, the alpha son. My grip tightened on my book. Whatever gibberish. I put on my earpiece, trying to open my textbook and study for this morning . Music flooded my ears, drowning out the world. I didn't notice the air around me had changed. Something was wrong. Someone behind me tapped. I raised my head up and was shocked to see someone standing there.

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time