Novel & Cerita Professor And The Madman Book

I shrieked, and the wardens quickly intervened, saving me from his madness, and they urged me to leave. “Don't forget my words, Jennifer; get me the money, or you are done!” His voice screeched behind me, but I didn't falter in my steps. Why should I care about the words of a man who was behind bars? But that was a lie. I was shaken by what happened, and I couldn't help but think of the perfect way I could find the money to give to Mathew. “Are you listening, Jennifer?” The professor asked, as he dropped the book he was reading, and that jolted me back to reality.

I fucking don't know where to place him and I can't even get rid of him. Tough choice for a tough evil man. And what kind of punishment would I end up enjoying?! That man is sick, he needs to be treated and I wish I could treat him, he's such an idiot! Yeah, I'm saying it out loud in my head, my professor is an idiot, a complete animal with no feelings!

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

He quickly extracted all the data he could from Clarice's computer, including her encrypted private album. It contained countless images of the decadent lifestyle she had led when she was studying abroad. She was notorious for being a mistress and loved being part of large parties. There was even a recorded audio of her bribing a professor. “Maybe soon you will know that what goes around, comes around.” Liam smirked before saving all of the documents he had accessed. It was well into midnight by then. Clarice was enjoying a face mask session while scrolling through social media when a strange message popped up on her computer.

Laura narrated like she was rapping those words yet the delivery of her words were clear and concise. So I could clearly hear what she said. I couldn't help but facepalm after hearing her narration. “Just what kind of book were you reading this time?” “Oh it was the Psychopathic Mafia's Slave—anyway, it's not important anymore. Just don't plan to do that, especially when Professor Kaleid knows that you are pregnant and if he knows that you ran away, the consequences would be great. Honestly, I never thought that Professor Kaleid was terrifying when he is angry.” Laura sighed while letting out nervous laughter.

The slop splattered everywhere, and some of it landed on Bart's pant legs. "Oh, crap!" Bart shot to his feet, his pupils instantly slitting into vertical golden lines. A wave of Alpha dominance radiated from him, and the sheer biological terror of it made my legs go weak. "What's going on here?" A sharp voice rang out from the doorway. The professor, Blake Doyle, walked in with a stack of teaching materials tucked under his arm. Jessica immediately stood up and pointed at me. "Professor Doyle, Mindy has gone crazy. She deliberately spilled slop all over the classroom and even ruined Bart's limited-edition combat boots."

I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

“You don't know that.” “I—” “You don't know her intentions.” I fell silent as he looked down at the file on his desk...“People don't always show you who they really are.” “I understand Sir...” “Do you?” “Yes.” “Good.” “I’m sorry, I wont let it happen again” “Make sure it doesn't.” “Yes, sir.” I turned toward the door again to finally leave...my hand had just reached the handle when something suddenly crossed my mind.. “Sir?” “What is it?”

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”