Profesor Novels & Stories

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

The professor for the session, the kindly but formidable Professor Patel, entered and stood before the class. “Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to the final lecture for today. I know you’ve all been through a series of lectures, but think of this as the pinnacle of your efforts. Give it everything you’ve got,” Professor Patel’s deep voice resonated in the now silent room, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning.

Still didn't get how Oliver guessed the old man's favourite hero just by his mere look. "Come on. It's obvious. They are both bald and wearing some fancy—antique—fashion. Right? That's what a Science Teacher looks like." Zeke shrugged at him. Totally not buying his theory. "No way. He's more like a living Einstein than the mutant guy. He's clearly a Math Professor." He reasoned out. "Yes, VIPs students?" Both of their eyes widened when Prof. Doyle called out their attention. He just noticed the two heads popping out at the threshold of the door that he didn't bother to close earlier. He had known them by their faces—every teacher does.

Professor Murphy says as their walking towards the security booth. “Thank you Professor,” Aron speaks for the first time since they’ve arrived. Professor Murphy has been teaching in law school for 25 years now. He may be old but his teaching techniques are better than any of the teachers there. Everyone loves him as he’s humble and takes care of his students without discrimination. Aron and Ashley are happy as Professor Murphy is the one going with them as he’s funny and they’ll be comfortable with him.

I just keep staring at my screen, my hands trembling. "Good morning, everyone," a voice says, a deep, rich baritone that feels both familiar and terrifying. “I am your new professor, Mr. Igor Davies. I am taking over for Professor Adams for a few weeks And I think you’ll find that I am a man who cares about his students and what I will teach. Most importantly I need your respect and I will give you mine."

"What did you say to my Professor?" Gabriella asked giggling quietly. "She almost tripped just now," Gabriella added. "Oh really?' Diego asked as Gabriella nodded even though she knew that Diego couldn't see her. “Yes. Her name is Professor Martha , she's such a pain in the ass" Gabriella replied as Diego nodded. "So that's her name" Diego said as Gabriella nodded. "Yeah," Gabriella replied as she pursed her lips. "Thank you Diego "

Chapter 3 Scheid's POV "Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.

– he asked one of the spectators “He needed a ride.” – the man in orange shirt said The professor nodded and walked towards Damon. He couldn’t deny it. Seeing what just happened, he knew who the leader of the pack was. It was this man in front of him. And it was his curiosity that wanted to have a connection with this man. “Hello, sir. My name is Professor Jonathan Dela Cruz. I teach Folklore at a university. If you need anything, I’m ready to assist you.” Damon frowned. Folklore?

Tanaka, “Just ‘doctor’, Mr. Tanaka. ‘Professor’ is too heavy for me that I don’t teach anymore and public speaking has always been my problem I feel pity for my Ph.D. students I don’t think they understand what I was trying to teach. But I’m always open to the consultation that I’ll help them until they understand and be able to move forward in their studies. “

[Vanessa] “Professor?” I take a step forward, trying one more time to get a definitive answer from him about what he is thinking. “Is there something I should know about before I go?" For as long as I known the professor, his is unfailingly honest. The man doesn't lie, at least not directly, and is honest even when it isn't kind. However, he is an expert at keeping secrets.