Novel & Cerita Professor And The Madman Book

I tightly clenched my teeth, forcefully swallowing the blood down, refusing to let Marcus see me show any pain or weakness. “I don't need that book,” I thought coldly, forcing the golden light in my veins to stay hidden. “I already lived this year. I remember every single word of this l Just then, the heavy wooden door opened, and Professor Pendelton walked into the room. He was an older, distinguished beta man with sharp eyes. He stopped, looking at the pile of black ash on the floor, and then looked at Marcus and me. "What happened here?" the professor asked, his voice strict.

His phone started to ring. “Clean up the rest of the books. I need to step out for five minutes to make a call. Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours.” The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there, breathing hard, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I had come from being spanked and humiliated by my professor. What the hell was wrong with me? My eyes landed on his laptop he left open on the desk. The screen was still on. A folder on the desktop caught my attention: “The Professor Pet Project.”

I muttered under my breath. Even thinking of him brought a sting of irritation. His smug tone, the way he dissected every argument I made, the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved. It was infuriating. And yet, there was something strange about the comparison that flickered in my mind, the confidence of the man from the party and the quiet dominance of my professor. Both sharp. Both intense. That made me laugh. It wasn’t the same. Dalton was too controlled, too closed off. My mystery man had been all heat and hunger. Brothers maybe, wouldn’t that be a twist.

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

I'm no stranger to grief and I know how badly it can affect a human. It took me about an hour to fully get ready, and when I got to the college, part of the class was already filled up with students waiting to be taught. “Good morning miss Elara,” they all echoed and I smiled. It was always a pleasure teaching fresh men. That's until they get to higher levels and decide to be possessed by college madness. Speaking of madness — Not now, Elara. I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back.

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

Not moving. Just burning a hole through me with those eyes. “Shit,” I whispered. Mike noticed. “Who’s that?” “No one.” Mike grinned. “The kind of no one that looks like he wants to murder me for touching you?” “He’s… complicated.” Mike raised a brow. “Does complicated have a name? Or do I keep dancing with you and risk catching a drink to the face?” “His name’s Adrian. He's our professor.” Mike’s grin widened. “What? I didn't know we had a hottie as our professor.”

Ghost growls. I grit my teeth, shoving him back. I had done this to myself anyway, I had followed them to Adrian’s house to assure myself he won’t touch her, I had stood on her balcony like a fool. A damn obsessed fool who could not stay away. Maybe she is right to think I am a psychopath. Enough is enough. It ends now. The door creaks open, and Madam Lisa steps inside with a big stack of thick books that look like they belong in a museum. The covers are dark, cracked with age.

“I don't agree with what Eliana said." The professor glanced briefly in my direction when my name was mentioned. “Tell us why that is," he said to Oliver. Oliver was still glancing at me when he answered. “With everything that happened in the story, it was clear that the boy would have been wasting his time if he kept on hoping that something would happen between him and the girl. She didn't even show any form of interest in him during their brief encounter.” The professor allowed several other people to give their opinions on the book and then he went on to recommend another book to be read. Our eyes kept meeting all through the class and at one point, he held my gaze for so long that I fel