My Professor Novels & Stories

Hera immediately asked. "But you still called me today?" "Atleast they know you're in the faculty now and not me." The professor laughed. So. She was not the only one who lied, but also the professor. Great! “You really used na faculty office the just because you miss me, we met this morning in the classroom, when you talked to Mrs. Lopena " But she wouldn't deny that she was even happier when the professor was just like this.

Tanaka, “Just ‘doctor’, Mr. Tanaka. ‘Professor’ is too heavy for me that I don’t teach anymore and public speaking has always been my problem I feel pity for my Ph.D. students I don’t think they understand what I was trying to teach. But I’m always open to the consultation that I’ll help them until they understand and be able to move forward in their studies. “

"Good morning, class." My head held high as I saw our professor, Mr. Wilson. He is only in his mid-twenties, I think, but at his young age, he was known for being a terror professor. If students fail, he will really fail them without utmost consideration. He doesn't go through special projects and for some worst case scenario, bribery. "Hmm, that's strange, Mr. Rodríguez. Why didn't you join your friends in ditching the class?"

She hit the back of Lena's head again. " Oww! " she rubbed her head painfully. " What what was that for? " " You still have the galls to ask that? " Before Rayne could start reprimanding her again a senior professor walked up to them. Along with him came a few policemen in uniform. He patted the man who'd pulled Lena in appreciation. Before turning to the two girls with a Stern expression. " Ahem " The professor looked at her rather sympathetically.

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."

“Oh, this hypothetical girl is real.” “She isn’t,” I said quickly. Too quickly. Levi leaned back and crossed his arms, mirroring me. “Uh-huh. Totally believable. So let’s continue this totally fictional scenario. Is the professor in question you, by any chance?” “No.” “Sure.” I glared at him. He smirked harder. “So, this totally not you professor… he’s feeling the mate bond, and it’s messing with his head, right?” I exhaled, defeated. “He doesn’t want her.”

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

“So you're a professor huh. I should have definitely come across you at the last distinguished professors meeting” Her smile twitched a bit, “I’m an associate professor” That made sense because I knew all the professors of higher ranking here. “So uh. Is there a reason you're here Miss Ross” I asked. I was done packing my briefcase now and I was ready to leave. “I just wanted to get myself affiliated with the new professor” she chuckled. “I’ve heard so much about you” “I see” “You can let me know if I can be of help with anything.”

Emma snickered as the professor glanced at us and shook his head, his lips twitching. "I'm your professor for this class and I hope we can get along well. Now, I'd love if we could drop the formalities as long as you're in my room, because all I do is teach royal history, and not how you should be chewing using your mouth." Several girls giggle.

He growled at me making me jerk. The class burst out laughing. I wasn't able to say a word, I just stared directly at him. After the class, I made a mental note to ask him some questions. I needed to know the truth. Deep down, I knew. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear it directly from him. A few steps away from me he was, clad in a black suit which was the same color as his wavy hair. Alexander wasn't only the youngest professor in the college, he was also the most handsome man.