Novel & Cerita Is Professor Dumbledore Gay

I angrily blurted out. “ Oh Jesus Christ, I was never interested in you, but you lecturer , what is it that you called him,” he said while rolling his eyes, talking sassily, then it hit me, he was gay , but wait, my lecturer, Mr Professor, as old as he was , that was doing to much. “Ohh Professor, that’s what you called him,” he finally said. It was a set up from the beginning, but why would it be Professor tho. “Then why did you do what you did,” I asked curiously .

I said firmly, snatching my passport back from her hand. “I’m sorry, Cassie. Please, forgive me,” she pleaded, her hands clasped tightly together. My attention was suddenly drawn to the stage as Professor Marcus began his speech. It was clear he was no longer hiding who he was. I overheard whispers around me; some referred to him as an angel, while others claimed he was a demigod thanks to his charming looks. I couldn’t help but scoff. If only they knew that beneath that calm facade lay a monster; they wouldn’t be singing his praises.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

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

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

They are grinning, elbows nudging, eyes bright with malicious curiosity. "Yo, Ryder," one of them says, leaning in close. "You didn't tell us you finally smashed that professor." Ryder frowns, trying to sidestep them, but they block his path. "What?" "Don't play dumb," another chimes in, laughing. "Word is all over campus. You and Professor Adrian. Everyone’s saying you’ve been hitting that ass for weeks, I never knew you have the gay in you." "Heard you bent him over the desk," a third one adds, his voice dropping to a loud, vulgar whisper. "Did he take it like a champ? Does he scream when you split him open?"

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

"You really aren't his student if you don't even know gossip this huge. Professor Locke used to have a favorite she-wolf student. He originally wanted to train her to be a top researcher in the herbology world. But who would have thought that halfway through, she'd drop out and mate with some playboy alpha? It turned Professor Locke into a laughingstock in the academic community. Ever since then, he completely stopped taking she-wolf students." "Shh! Keep your voice down!" The entire hallway fell dead silent. Following everyone's frozen gaze, I turned around. The master bedroom door was open. James leaned against the doorframe, looking right at me. It felt like all the air had been sucked ou

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.