Novel & Cerita Professor And The Madman Book

She jumped and spun around, taking a few steps back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I came here to drop off a few copies and saw you standing here." Standing in front of her is Maddox Thompson. Her professor. God, when will she take a break? He looks genuinely worried though and he's even standing about six feet away from her. "Y-yeah, I'm fine just...got a bit distracted is all." Azie wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. It's only then she realized that the librarian is still out.

“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

This led to a tall, blond, good-looking man with an enigmatic smile approaching me. "Studying for finals?" he asked after seeing my book, and I nodded. "You should use Alcalá's book; it's perfect for mode structures, and it gives you a much clearer explanation of the paradigms of multiple phonemes." I furrowed my brow. "Are you a literature professor?" I asked him directly. "I'm a research professor at the University of Nevada," he said and introduced himself before sitting at my table, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by my bodyguards. "Henry Miller."

The man was so mountainous, the piece of furniture looked too tiny and vulnerable for his use, like if he slammed his hand on it even a little hard, it'd burst into a million splinters. Power. All he exuded was pure, unrestrained power. And that stirred something deep within me. Just like that night. I shook my head, shifting in my seat. Get yourself together, Ana. "Page seven, chapter one," the Professor boomed, uncapping a marker and furiously scribbling on the white board, the muscles on his back flexing with each movement. His voice was so deep like the ocean, one could drown in the sound if they focused on it too hard.

Everyone filed into the lecture hall, the room buzzing with endless whispers. Amir, with his signature confident and bold flair, took deliberate, unhurried steps and slid right into the seat right beside Hala! Turning to her with a devastatingly handsome smile, he whispered in a low voice: "Seems like the professor is exceptionally strict... or is he only like that with you?" Flustered, Hala tried to avert her eyes, rearranging her notebooks. "Dr. Yousef just despises chaos, Amir."

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

His hair is all over the place, eyes wide, muttering formulas under his breath. Raghav said slamming the book shut I leaning against the table with chips in hand “Calm down, Professor Einstein-in-reverse.” “Don’t start__” “No, seriously. I’ve seen corpses with more life than you right now.” "Kiyara what's this?" He asked when I put out the part of 2 of the book. Ehh. Ehhh?. Is being serious. "Part 2 of the chapter" I said by removing the newly plastic wrap from the book.

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

in this same room. "You can't do this!" Kinski's fist slammed furiously on the table. "How dare you conspire against me!" "Professor, please calm down," Dunreft called out from the opposite end of the oval conference table. "Don't take this irrationally," "And now I'm the one who's irrational! Me? Irrational?!" the professor lashed out. He was visibly livid; veins were pushing out of his pale forehead. The board members sat flinching around him. They are use to angry fits by the mad scientist but never 'really' use to it.