Professeur Novels & Stories

She just nodded, raising her eyebrows at me as she glanced between Xavier and me one more time. "Alright, class, listen up." A man called over the crowd of students as he entered through one of the back doors of the gym. It was almost comical as he came up beside Xavier. The two of them couldn't be more different. Where Xavier was tall, lean, and lethal, the other man was all bulky muscle on a short, stocky frame. "You may call me Professor Brawn." "Well, that definitely suits him," Lexi whispered to me under her breath, causing me to have to cover my grin with my hand as I listened to the professor.

My hands reached up to rub my eyes before looking at Lucas' figure that was before me. "Hey bud," I said, my voice groggy from sleep. I cleared my throat before reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Class ended two minutes ago," Lucas said coming to sit next to me. "Really?" I asked checking my phone for the time. I had slept for almost 30 minutes. "Where is Mr. Lawrence?" I asked referring to his teacher. "He just walked out, he said I had no homework today," he said with a toothy grin making me chuckle.

"I'm not signing anything until I know what it is." "It's your life raft," one of the men in suits said. He didn't smile. "I'm Mr. Miller. I handle the Professor's legal affairs. These papers state that you are a Junior Fellow for the Blackwood Archive Initiative." "A Junior Fellow?" I looked at Caspian. "I'm a student. I don't even have my degree yet."

Kyle stood in the entrance hall of Columbia University. How useful, he thought, for them to display all the faculty members neatly on the wall like that. Kyle scanned the row of photographs, some depicting smiling faces, other studious faces, all in black and white. He read the names, each as innocuous as the last. Lyndsay Jones—Professor of Mathematics. Sarah Gee—Professor of Psychology.

And then he thanked us and left the premises and the professor entered the classroom for our first lesson. along with prof entered a late student. He came and sat beside me and gave me warm smile with his hand to greet. I greeted him with hand shake and he told me his name as Elijah. He was very handsome will built around 5.10 height. and told him my name and he was amused with it and then smiled saying it is a beautiful name...... As prof started writing something on the white board and started explaining it we stopped talking and paid our attention towards what prof was teaching.

He looked around and asked me to bend my head so no one could hear us. “Dr Tona got fired.” A gasp fell from my lips and I felt a sick sense of joy in my heart. “Really? What happened?” “Well, let’s just say she messed with the wrong person. Apparently, someone reported her for begging lecturers to change Rami’s grades.” That was absolutely scandalous. “Wow.” I snorted “Wow is right.” Some people just gave women a bad name. “So, who’s taking her course now?” “It’s supposed to be Professor Jared but he’s currently not around.” My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help the blush that coloured my cheeks.

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”

~~Jocelyn~~ He cleared his throat at the front of the class. “I’m Professor Hale,” he said, voice low but firm. “For now, I’ll be teaching you Human Anatomy. We’ll cover everything—muscles, bones, reproductive systems, physiology…” His eyes scanned the room, finally settling briefly on me. My stomach flipped.

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.