Professeur Novels & Stories

She started rambling until he put his hand up to stop her. "So let's start again shall we!....My name is Professor Alexander Morero, I am teaching History & language here at Bedrock University specializing in Italian. I'm a fair man, I say myself but I do not tolerate students playing around with their education! And that includes coming LATE to my class! And also I expect full attention to my teachings so NO texting during my class as well miss Jessica, understood?!" He boomed in that deep voice making Jessica nod with wide guilty eyes.

Mika added. “You mentioned that when you arrived at the academy, there were two teacher’s with the principal,do you know their names or could you possibly describe them?” Andries took a long sip of water. “i cant realy recall them,but oh wait now I remember. The shorter,wrinklier one was Mr Koekemoer, the Mathematics teacher, the taller,massive shouldered one was Mr Gumede,the rugby coach.” “did they say anything?” Andries chuckled angrily.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

It covers algebra, functions and more. Prof. Jean Jackobo is not just a professor but a doctor and a master's degree. He who wore a calm look and a poker face. But that face can kill. He is known as the "Terror" among teachers in their department. He is called like that because he CAN'T help himself but give students a failing grade. [5.0]

The amused expression on his face made me shake my head in annoyance. "Someone is clearly enjoying my suffering," I thought to myself. I looked ahead again. After exchanging a few words with Blake, the principal finally left the room. "Hello, everyone. I'm Blake. You can call me Professor Blake or Mr. Blake, whichever you prefer,” he said calmly. “I will be teaching the Microbiology class. Today we will discuss which microbes are healthy for our bodies and which are not.” I should have been paying attention, but my mind wandered, stuck staring at the handsome man in front of me who was teaching with a serious and focused expression.

Michaël had returned his chair to the entrance of the professor and he frowned, not recognizing the usual professor. He knows that the history teacher, whatever his name, never misses a class, so why isn't he here? He looked at Emma and the latter had lowered her head. " Babe? » **He was fired a few days ago and his teacher's license was taken away from him** Michaël frowned when he didn't understand, did the man do something wrong? He doesn't remember this man very well since in his class he was always dozing off, so he's not sure of the character of the man.

NOAH’S POV My legs were still shaking, and cum was running down the insides of my thighs when Marcus's words hung in the air like a lit fuse. "Elliott, you weren't supposed to—" The professor's hand got tighter around my waist, and his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. I could feel the change in him: his possessive grip turned into a protective one, and his body tensed up like a coiled spring. Jax stood still a few feet away, his eyes darting between us. The