New Professor X Novels & Stories

I had heard from some friends that our new English professor was a stickler about being on time and I didn't want to get on his bad side on the first day back. Busying myself taking out my notebooks and pencils I didn't really pay attention as the professor walked in, that was of course until he spoke. Eyes wide I looked up in time to find none other than Travis standing at the head of the classroom clipboard in hand. It seemed that the moon goddess had even more tricks to play on me, not only was Travis my mate, but now it seemed he was also my new English professor.

“I'd like to officially inform you all that a new program has been added to your curriculum following the rising toll in crime rates here in our city.” My mind echoes with a warning I couldn't ignore, but I forced a swallow and listened. “He might look familiar, but he really isn't,” she joked. “This is your new professor for combat, pack laws and authorized hunting, Professor Tyler Deville.” His head raised and green eyes locked on mine from across the room, widening slightly in recognition. Holy shit!

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

"I want to be a person." Dominic’s face changed. The "sad" look evaporated, replaced by a dark, sharp look in his eyes. He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight and mean. "You’d rather be his toy? You’d rather stay in this glass box while everyone on campus calls you a whore?" "Let go of me, Dominic." "Why?" he hissed. "Because the Professor told you not to let other boys touch you? Does he have a schedule for when you're allowed to speak?"

reporters continued their questioning of Professor Xander. The professor adjusted his glasses before he replied. "It was the development plan of Jones Enterprise that impressed me. Our professional philosophies align." "Are you suggesting that your professional philosophy does not align with White Group?" Eliza intervened, "Professor Xander is not available for further comment. I apologize." She turned around, signaling the bodyguards to clear a path, hoping to navigate through the crowd and take Professor Xander away. Unexpectedly, at that moment, John White arrived with his entourage.

A single brass lamp on the desk cast warm pools of amber light, chasing shadows from the corners and gilding the scarred oak surface where generations of professors had strategized against tier overreach. Jason removed his jacket slowly, methodically, draping it across the back of his high-backed chair. The motion pulled his crisp white shirt taut across his broad shoulders, lamplight carving warm gold along the silver strands at his temples, the strong, shadowed line of his jaw, and the faint scars tracing his collarbone—marks from battles long won. He looked every inch the war hero turned professor—steady, unshakeable, the kind of man who had rewritten statutes amid the chaos of pack wars

The rest of their companions laughed as Dorin tried to pull away from his best friend who glared at the Dryad. “I’m glad to see that you have bonded with each other,” called a voice from behind. The two groups turned around to see their professors watching them from the middle of the room. “I guess further introductions are no longer needed since you all seem to know each other.” “Good afternoon, Dean Alcione, professors,” Xander nodded at the rest. The heads of the magic divisions were present, namely Prof. Althea of the Magic Medicine Department, Prof. Dupont of the Alchemy Department,

I think I should really cancel the class today. Me: Wow, It means I'll get the reward now. My hottie Professor: No. I was just kidding. I'm not cancelling the class. I pouted sadly. Me: Why? My hottie Professor: Because I have planned something after college. We need time more than one lecture. I made O mouth. Me: Now you're increasing my excitement more. I'm getting so desperate to get my reward. My hottie Professor: I can vividly see this. Now let me make an announcement.

I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office? I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.