Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.

The man who used to keep his distance from every other female wolf, who made me feel safe, had removed his name from our mate registry without my consent, only to register himself with Rin. All it took were a few malicious rumors in the pack, and he had decided that I had plotted to harm her. I opened an anonymous message again. It contained the chat logs between him and Rin. [Rin: Professor, I feel embarrassed saying this, but whenever I lose control of my inner wolf, your presence nearby always calms me down.] [Trevor: Don’t worry. I’ll stay by your side.] Each line of their messages went far beyond what should exist between professor and student, leaving my heart in tatters.

“Relax. The bitch is just a stand-in. No need to feel jealous.” Aria stared at the grass. “I know I shouldn’t,” she said. “I have a boyfriend. I’m just—” “Angry?” Sofia finished it for her. Aria exhaled deeply. “You know what?” Sofia smiled. “Oh no!” Aria turned to her. “You have that look when you’re thinking of something bad. What is it?” “So, metaphorically,” Sofia said. “Professor Daddy is still in charge since you’re the one spiraling because he found a temporary assistant. Which I’m sure he’s probably smug about it.”

And even forbid my teammates to go after her? I don't even know her. And so far, she hasn't really shown that she's interested in me. Maybe that's why I'm so excited about her. She's not falling onto my dick like the rest of the female student population. "I think she's beautiful." Arc clears his throat and doesn't meet my probing gaze. "She might be good for you if you don't fuck it up." "If I don't fuck it up?" I rear back like he slapped me. "How will I fuck it up, exactly?"

I say in a low voice but she hears me, I see it in how her eyes flare wide for a second. "Why?" She breathes. "No particular reason. I am simply trying out different approaches to handling problematic students like you." I smirk. I am teasing her at this point and it is helping me with the ache in my pants. The worse of my arousal is gone and I am slowly gaining common sense. I am able to distinguish my thoughts about her. "Fuck you, Professor Orion." Alex says as she matches to the door, her bare ass moving in that cotton dress like an hypnosis. Fuck, I want to grab them and hold tight as I pound into her from behind.

Arc Arc lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling as his mind wandered. One name echoed through his thoughts: Chelsea. His feelings were a tangled mess as he struggled to grasp why Chelsea insisted on being friends. The memory of their third encounter resurfaced - Chelsea showing up on his doorstep having with what had looked like a heated argument Penelope, fiery and determined, before proposing a pretend friendship to him. At the time, Chelsea had mentioned irate fans, furious about their kiss that had seemed to spark controversy. Arc hadn't pressed for details, dismissing Chelsea's words as mere drama. Now, curiosity gnawed at him. What had driven Chelsea to seek refuge in this cha

“One hundred percent sure. These pads will work well for your wife.” "Okay. Give it to me." "Hopefully your wife will recover soon and God will bring another little angel into your family." Anthony just nodded slowly without intending to argue. He was sick of arguing with a freak girl like Sarah, who would never understand whatever explanation he tried to tell her. “Umm... Professor Bruce.” Anthony sighed in annoyance when he heard his name being called. "What? I don't need anything else. This is enough.” “No, it's about something else. This is about my paper.”

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

I step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looks… intense. But not in a "trying to kill me with his stare" kind of way. More like he’s trying to solve some mysterious vampire-level Rubik’s cube. Jon, on the other hand, is doing something on his phone. Maybe booking a ride as he told me before. Arc glances up at the sound of the door and immediately closes the laptop. "You good?"