Novel & Cerita Ok Ko Professor Venomous

“But Victor said some weird stuff last night. All about how Reed isn’t just a professor. Of how people in the know keep their distance. He wouldn’t say more, said it wasn't his place to gossip, all that jazz, but Ceei the way he said it? It scared me." I wanted to laugh it off, gently tell her not to exaggerate. But I couldn't. Because I'd seen it too. The violence that had been in Reed's calm when he'd caught Dave. The efficiency and brutality of his movements. The sheer command in his voice when he ordered me into the car. There was, as it turned out, more to Professor Caelum Reed than lectures and office hours. “Yeah, well I’m not crushing on him,” I immediately replied, desperate to conv

Ward. “It's ok, class. His wolf will heal him soon.” Professor Stefan announced to the class as he walked to the chalkboard. Expecting him to use chalk, he again, for the fortieth time in the span of five minutes, shocked us all by growing out one claw and proceeding to write his name on the chalkboard: Professor Stefan Kovac, Class: Tactics 101. Each stroke of his claw made most of us clasp our hands over our ears to block out the god-awful sound of claw on chalk. Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us.

Little did we know that the confrontation with Blake was only the beginning of a much larger battle that awaited us. Professor, visibly concerned, emphasized that Blake had indeed seen him. Derick, trying to downplay the significance, reassured Professor that even if Blake had seen him, he wouldn't recognize him. However, Professor revealed that he and Blake had a history, explaining that he had once used a chemical to attack Blake's rogues, sparking a deep-seated vendetta between them. Now that Blake had seen him, Professor believed that revenge was at the forefront of Blake's mind.

Chapter’s Soundtrack Or Nah By Ty Dolla $ign, The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa P E A R L I barely had time to check the huge house we had walked into before I was pinned to a wall and my lips taken by Professor Marison’s. I surrendered myself to him and wrapped my arm around his neck, kissing him back with every passion steaming inside me. His lips tasted so good, like the sweet drink he had been drinking and they were soft on mine. He knew just how to make me turn to jelly with those lips because right now, shivers went through my body and my knees were getting weak from the way he was kissing me.

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.

She shrieked loudly, kissing the damp fabric and waving it over her head like a trophy. What was so special about it? I thought bitterly. It wasn’t even dry. Julian had been sweating, there was no doubt it would reek. Behind me, the noise suddenly exploded into screams, cheers and whistles. The cheerleaders had noticed Mr. Ashford pulling off his shirt to change into a casual one, the kind required for a coach on the rink. His movements were effortless and unbothered by the attention he was drawing. Even Thea screamed along with them.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

“Why go through all that stress then?” Chuckling, his hands casually went into his pockets. “Oh, it's worth it. I may not be able to prove it yet but I will find proof. You'll slip up, I know it, and when you do, I'll be right there to catch you.” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat? Are you threatening a professor, Oliver?” “Oh please,” he laughed. “Call it whatever you want to. Just know that you're about to get into trouble soon.”

He is really a prof ? Oh fuck ! “Mornin class !” Kai heartily greeted with a bad boy aura around him making the boys of the class snicker in jealousy and the slutty girls to fawn all over him. It was amusing to watch the calm before the storm and I simply whistled Rowler, my rat to get his act together. The bitches finally made a frantic beeline away from the gorgeous professor and the squeaking rat. Their heels squished on the dirty rat poop and a white rat came in their unfortunate sight.