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Nova warned me. “The mansion isn't that far away. I am capable of walking there,” I replied. Deciding to see what was taking them both so long I headed out of the classroom and went down the stairs. Stepping down the hall I heard shrill angry voices coming from a classroom further down the hallway and headed that way. Stepping quietly to the open door my eyes narrowed at Nolan holding back a girl who was reaching out at Nathan. Several other females were growling at them both. “Neither of us has done anything to or with any of you females, so leave us alone,” Nathan asserted.

Bеіng a vеrу competent waitress and a раrt tіmе, ѕubѕtіtutе tеасhеr. "I'm рlеаѕеd to meet уоu Clаrеttе." Nаnсу ѕаіd, ѕhаkіng Clаrеtе'ѕ hаnd. "Adаm nеvеr mеntіоnеd thаt Rоѕе hаd a ѕіѕtеr ѕtіll in hіgh ѕсhооl. You muѕt bе a ѕеnіоr this уеаr. The pleasantries аѕіdе, I рlасеd оur order. "Nаnсу, hоw do you lіkе уоur new contact lenses?"

Sage is already laughing at him and I saw him scowl at him. I looked at Nanette who is smirking at me. “What?” She shrugged and then glanced at Josiah’s way. “He’s trying to get close to you, Eunice,” she said as she looked at her watch. She stood up. “I have class right now.” I nodded and then she left me alone in the table. I looked at my watch and realized that I only have an hour before the big exam. I continued reviewing without minding everyone around me.

And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.

Nathaniel had learned to live inside that uncertainty. Grief did strange things. It made familiar faces out of strangers. Still, he couldn’t look away. To Dr. Elara Kessler, it was just another lecture. She answered a few questions, assigned reading, then dismissed the class with a polite nod. Nathaniel stayed seated long after most students left. His pulse refused to slow. He wanted to approach her. To hear her voice up close. To confirm what his eyes insisted on telling him. But his next class was already starting across campus. He gathered his things slowly, conflicted.

**Story 14: Professor’s Pet Project** **Chapter 3** Elena arrived at Professor Kane’s office thirty minutes early for the next session. She wore a short black dress with nothing underneath, just like he had instructed in his last text. Her nipples were already hard, rubbing against the fabric, and her pussy was wet with anticipation. She had stopped fighting it. The shame had twisted into something darker and much sweeter. Professor Kane let her wait on her knees in the corner of his main office for fifteen minutes while he finished grading papers. The humiliation made her even wetter.

Daddy said "I miss you all," I said before sneezing "I'm sorry but I have to ask you all to leave now. We're taking Mrs. Russo to the delivery room, Mr Russo if you'll join us," the nurse said as she came in "Mr. Rodriguze me and my fiance aren't married yet," Alex said "Oh," The nurse said pleased, and smiled at Alex "Bitch get me someone else!" I yelled at her "Olive," Alex said trying to calm me down but I glared at him and he immediately shut up and nodded his head

he taunts, his voice low and mocking. Nina's throat tightens. She feels like crying, panic bubbling just beneath the surface. Somebody help me! She curses herself for ever underestimating him. She thought the classroom, being a public space, would offer her some protection, that Lucien wouldn't dare do anything outrageous here. But she was wrong. So wrong. Just when she feels completely trapped, a knock echoes from the classroom door, followed by a loud voice, "Mr. Gray, have you finished?" Nina's heart leaps. Salvation! She seizes the opportunity and yells, her voice frantic, "We're done! Come in!"

In less than thirty minutes, I arrived at the academy. The atmosphere was cool with lots of lucrative work. It felt like another world of itself. “Hi, Miss Annabelle.” Jane greeted, waving from where she stood, her face was glowing. “Hi, Mr Jane.” I said, waving at her back. “Follow me, let me show you your class. Remember the class is on the third floor.” she said, signaling me to follow her from behind, her high heel clicking the floor. The classroom entrance was big and large, enough to contain millions of people. The building was carved in such a way that it illustrated various craft history.

For example, me. As soon as I was done speaking, Ariel Potter, the class representative sitting in the first row, slammed her hand on the desk and glared at me, her face turning red with anger. "Did you think that your good grades gave you the right to insult other people? Did you know how hard Mr. Conrad worked to prepare this open class for everyone? But you just had to ruin it like that. Who do you think you are?" The lecture hall went quiet, and everyone turned to look at me.