My Professor Novels & Stories

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

“I won’t be getting involved again. And the files you sent are of no use. I won’t be going through them.” Ronald chuckles. “Never say never, Killian.” I hang up and sigh, rubbing my temple. The work continues, but the distraction doesn’t last. *** Monday arrives too quickly. I sit through the faculty meeting in the professor’s lounge, already regretting every second. The other professors try to cozy up, especially Professor Langsford, the overly chirpy one constantly competing with me on that ridiculous popularity poll. He corners me afterward in the hallway, smiling too wide. “Professor Davenport! Great session last week. Have you thought about that interdisciplinary project I mentioned?”

He had no right to do that to me, but I would be in a steeper mess if it reaches Aaron's ears. And as if the universe has conspired against me, someone announced his presence. Feeling humourous, the professor called me out in front of the class and introduced me to him. His eyes narrowed at the professor, but the latter continues without restraints. “ Guess who we have here,” he says to him, and slithered his hand around my back. “ Meet the writer of the best love letter I have read so far.” He glances at me, and instinctively checks his phone.

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.

The amused expression on his face made me shake my head in annoyance. "Someone is clearly enjoying my suffering," I thought to myself. I looked ahead again. After exchanging a few words with Blake, the principal finally left the room. "Hello, everyone. I'm Blake. You can call me Professor Blake or Mr. Blake, whichever you prefer,” he said calmly. “I will be teaching the Microbiology class. Today we will discuss which microbes are healthy for our bodies and which are not.” I should have been paying attention, but my mind wandered, stuck staring at the handsome man in front of me who was teaching with a serious and focused expression.

I inhaled sharply and forced myself back to why I was here. “Rumors say the coach for the college hockey team resigned following your employment,” I said carefully. “Some even say you were once a hockey legend yourself. There’s an upcoming tournament the team is preparing for, and they can’t do without a coach.” I paused, hoping my words had landed. Hoping he understood what I was really asking. “Do I have a choice?” he asked after a moment, his eyes locked onto mine. “You’re a teacher on campus,” I replied quickly. “You should care about your students. You should be present to guide them when they need help and you should…”

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

I told her, a little hesitantly. She lifted her gaze to meet mine again. “Both of us?” She asked, furrowing her brows together. I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. “Yes,” I said slowly. “I agreed to help out for the rest of the semester as the Professor for Shifting and Combat,” I explained. Her mouth dropped open at my words. “Y… you’re going to be my professor again?”

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

Especially after today. Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Taylor sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him. Taylor: Sorry “Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose. “Jasmine.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.