Is Aslan The Professor Novels & Stories

I kinda wish I had the recording of Asher talking about him. “The person I want liked your shows, says it’s one of his favorite memories.” If the Prof. has any problems with the gender, he doesn’t show it. “Is he here with you?” The Prof.’s eyes drift behind me, searching for his true fan. Yes, but this is kind of a surprise to him, and it won’t be surprising if I let him meet his childhood hero here, without his costume. “Not really. I’ve come to pay for one last show.”

I felt her pain, so then she committed suicide. "It's good that I can still cope. I'm still looking at the bright side of the world. Look at how bright the sun is and how hot it is! The sunlight is straight to us!" I said while pointing at the sky. Cass just laughed and fiddled with his new Iphone. Not so far away, I saw our professor, Sir John again with other teachers. Cass and I are both studying as Educator and same major. Because we're sisters by heart.

These two princes salute the great teacher while I will not salute him. "Miss An, please sit down!" said a man beside the professor. The professor wears his oversized clothes as a professor at this college. I smiled sweetly, and according to what the man said. I respect a man who asks me well. Two princes sat on my right and left. Not long after, two princes also came into this room .. Now the four princes are here with me. All important people seem to be gathered here. "Miss An, this is our professor at the college named Mr. Idory," said the man beside Mr. Idory, the same man who welcomed me.

If only I listened in school, if only I studied more, maybe I could repair this. The room’s front door creaked. And he entered. Tall and slender, hair black as night, eyes silver-blue shining. Sharp and aristocratic features but not ascetic— beautifully defined as though carved from marble, but unwarmed by the faintest heat. He was wrapped in dark robes with small runes embroidered in them that glinted and shone, but he moved as though the robes were nothing. “Good morning, students.” His voice was smooth, rich, and loud, sounding effortlessly through the room. “I am Professor Ashen Vale. I’ll be your instructor in Elemental Control and Theory.”

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.

“Although, I wouldn’t have been surprised. He’s so handsome. Anyone would be lucky to be able to kiss him. A lot of women around here want to.” “Really?” I asked, raising my brows. “Because of how handsome he is?” “That and because he’s very young; he’s only 23,” Becca explains. My eyes widened; I knew he looked young, but I didn’t think he was that young. “He’s also the strongest and toughest professor at this school. Which is to be expected considering he is an Alpha.” “He’s an Alpha?” I asked in surprise; I had no idea. He must know my father then. I couldn’t help but look back at Professor Enzo who was busy showing some students new moves.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

And there was something in her gaze, something sharp and cutting, that made me want to shrink I tried to sound confident, closing the door behind me and straightening, “I’m here to see Professor Xaden?” She didn’t say anything right away. Instead, her eyes slowly traveled up and down my body, silence stretching on, the tension in the room rising with every passing second. Finally, she spoke, her voice cool and dripping with disdain. “Who are you?” I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat under her intense eyes. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. “I’m… uh.. a student of his, Soraya Follen.”

he added, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away. Each step was an effort, his wolf howling in frustration as he distanced himself from his mate. But he knew he couldn’t stay—not yet. She was human, or at least appeared to be, and that complication alone was enough to make his head spin. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the festival entirely. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, his sharp senses trained on her as she resumed her conversation. “I’m glad you came, Elena,” the man - her professor - was saying, his tone warm and familiar. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the next set of classes. You’re making incredible progress with your research