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Professor Alexander was at least ten years older than I was. He was the youngest professor in the college, making his age twenty-eight. This meant that he knew I was his mate yet he didn't tell me about it. Was this the reason he hated me? I had many questions for him. Our gaze met and his orbs glinted as if he could hear every one of my thoughts.

said mr Ranch with a threatening tone . " I don't believe that there's anything wrong with what I have said . As the royal teacher, I only look at the facts and statistics then I take into consideration my student's personality . Mr Ranch seems to have created a wrong impression of the current situiation . I am making sure to clear your vision and help you see the situation clearly . " said professor Can with a polite tone . " You ! " said mr Ranch but the king stopped him .

My body was still humming with unfinished hunger. “Alright, everyone, settle down,” the homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fran, called out. “We have a new professor joining us today. A man of strict discipline and high moral standards. He’ll be taking over Anatomy for the rest of the term. Please give a warm welcome to Professor Jayden Cross.” The door opened. My breath caught. It was him.

I whispered. "Indeed." Replied Saachi. This Lr was dark with few windows. Only 3 fans which threatened to fall at any moment now and benches were old. I sighed. I took a seat with trio in the middle row on second bench. First bench was empty. The bell rang and instantly professor came in. He was short and dark in his late forties. His eyes immediately met mine. He had an intense aura around him, his body language spoke AUTHORITY. "He is the last year's HOD, isn't he?" I whispered looking at Saachi. She nodded

This particular chapter I made in an attempt to introduce my characters to the readers. Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves with this mini-theater. First week. Monday morning. Their first lecture is Professor Ghulam's class. Who is Professor Ghulam, you ask? He is their English Lecturer, a European man that migrated from France. His wife is a Malaysian woman. Professor Ghulam's actual name is Ghulam Stravosky. He is a fifty-three years old handsome man. He is the tallest male in the college, standing on imposing height of six feet and eight inches.

the Grand Professor said quietly, not daring to meet her eyes. They had promised her— They would never lie to her. Everything else, they had always been honest about. But this—this was the one thing they could never tell her. Until today, when they could hide it no longer. The Grand Professor’s voice was low and gravelly as he went on: “Your teacher… even though he was younger than all of us, he was a prodigy. In chemistry and biology, few in the world could match him at the time. And now—Briella, you’ve become one of those few.”

I don’t think I have a good grip on my anger with what’s been happening lately. Once the professor came in, more students have already trickled into the room and the introductions flowed smoothly. The professor was a he, most likely in his mid 40s. He had greying hair, a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, connected to thin chain connected to it that trailed around the back of his neck. After dropping what little things he brought into the class onto the desk reserved for him, he took out a board marker and started writing down what I assumed is his name, “Prof. Walter”

He handed his registration card to the professor. "You are late, Mr. Aster." "I am so sorry Prof. I got lost. It will not happen again." He apologized. "Take your seat." "Thank you Prof." He was still gasping for air when the professor introduced herself. "I am Professor Hyacinth Torrez. I will be you class adviser for the whole semester. This is a Pre-Medicine Course so I will be teaching Basic Sciences and Chemistry. Now I want you to introduce yourselves to the class. As I call your name, you go here in front and tell us something about yourself. Is that understood?"

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

I laugh. “You’re right, I can’t imagine you waking up with a prostate the size of my big-ass head,” I say and he hums in agreement after laughing. “You can bend over, I’ll stick my finger up there and check it out for you. I’m a professional.” I offer. He rejects me almost immediately. “On second thoughts, I’d rather worry about what you have to tell me.” He says, switching the conversation to where we were originally headed. “Oh, right,” I murmur.