Novel & Cerita Pokémon Fanfiction Ash Junior Professor

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

This magical beast might have easily squashed those millions of cultivators, how much Tiny Slim, who has not even reached the initial realm of being a cultivator, the Body Cultivator Stage. “Of course! You are his friend now, Tiny Slim. Ash is a good boy. Don’t let his big body fool you.” Maru said and looked at his pet with affection. This magical beast was his constant companion during the six months he stayed in Antavale. He treasured Ash’s presence more than he did with Fade and just a few days ago, Lucy. Ash understood his feelings even with no words were spoken and it brought him friendship and more than that, peace. “Okay, Maru.” Tiny Slim finally agreed. He was excited to see the exp

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”

It wasn't part of his mission to get friendships with boys. "Look for somewhere else. Go." Asher added to his abrupt no and again averted his head towards the professor. James was shocked at such rude behavior of his. His face showed as if he were about to cry. Without saying another word, he moved from there and sat in the row next to him. The chair remained empty. Asher remained alone seated on his chair, staring at the professor as if after exactly four minutes the class was going to start, and the professor was most likely to reveal the name of his mate.

Too peaceful. Zane placed a hand on the small of my back as we walked, and I shot him a look. He pretended to study the surroundings, the picture of a devoted, overinvolved father or maybe a bodyguard in disguise. When we reached the Apple Blossom classroom, a name far too sweet for a group of toddlers capable of toppling empires with markers and half-chewed gum, Ash was already introducing himself to his teacher, Miss Felicia, with his over confidence style. “I’m Ash. I’m three and a half. This is Papi. He’s handsome and can make Godzilla sounds. This is Mami. She’s a lawyer and she makes adults cry.”

Charlotte was almost moved to tears by his offer of assistance. "Thank you so much!" "It's only a small matter," Ash said, then looked toward Julie, who was bugging Griffith to take photos of her and the puppy. "Julie, be good." Julie pouted. Griffith touched her head and said, "Which Pokemon do you want to catch?" "The big fat one that is always sleeping!"

The sparks kept increasing with every moment. “Right on time, Ash.” The professor proclaimed in a grand manner. “Yeah, it just had to be him.” I whispered to myself. The girls were already murmuring and giggling in admiration for him but he kept his amber eyes fixated on me regardless till he reached me. “Thank you for joining us Ash.” The Professor beamed as he walked past me to meet her. “It’s no biggie. I belong to this department after all, it’s the least I could do.” He smiled and I almost hissed. Since when did the king of the gang become so interested in a play?

Six years later* The boardroom was filled with the murmur of voices. Asher leant back in his chair, his gaze distant as the discussion swirled around him. For the past five years, he had thrown himself into work, chOlivialling his energy into building his pack's treasury, securing alliances, and expanding their power. It was a distraction, one that kept him from dwelling too much on the past and the girl that still haunted his dreams. "The numbers look solid," one of the executives was saying, pointing to a series of charts displayed on the screen. "We expect the mine to start yielding profits within the next quarter."

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

Finally, he breaks the spell by saying, "I have a better idea. How about you tell me about yourself," and crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair, getting comfortable. "Okay uh, My name is Piper Anderson-" I start but he cuts me off rolling his eyes and saying "you've already said that about a million times." Sounding annoyed. Well gah lee, my bad! "Right...okay, well, I'm seventeen, I've lived here all my life, I'm planning on majoring in English when I go to college and becoming an English professor and I-" before I can finish Asher cuts me off. Again.