Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With the strange realization that I don’t actually have to take this. The lesson starts. Arcane Theory. The professor drones on, pretending not to notice the tension still buzzing through the room. I take my seat. Someone deliberately kicks the back of my chair. I ignore it. Then a rolled scrap of parchment hits my desk. Monster. I unfold it slowly, then raise my hand. “Yes?” the professor says, annoyed. “I have a question,” I say, my voice steady. He gestures impatiently. “Make it quick.” I stand. The room stills. Students lean forward, sensing something different. I hold up the parchment between two fingers.

“Better; not as you seem to be, but I'm fine now.” “Please, Mrs. Daniela, come forward to the classroom; I have to talk to this student.” “Of course, little Angel, don't be late; I'm looking forward to seeing you,” she said, leaving for class. “Little Angel, you look good. Who would have thought that the great professor of psychology suffered from *the paraphilia of hybristophilia*? It's something like the last straw.” “I don't like married women; she's just a friend.”

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

“Oh, this hypothetical girl is real.” “She isn’t,” I said quickly. Too quickly. Levi leaned back and crossed his arms, mirroring me. “Uh-huh. Totally believable. So let’s continue this totally fictional scenario. Is the professor in question you, by any chance?” “No.” “Sure.” I glared at him. He smirked harder. “So, this totally not you professor… he’s feeling the mate bond, and it’s messing with his head, right?” I exhaled, defeated. “He doesn’t want her.”

Although I did like girlie things maybe because my best friend Rori was into it but here with Marcus I felt completely at home. "Yes its just a bit of mystery." I mused. Marcus pulled me into his lap at the desk chair and trailed his fingers down the exposed skin of leg between my skirt hem and stocking tops. It sent tingles through me and of course excitement but he rubbed gentle circles on my skin in a soothing manner. I told him what James had told me including all the details and Marcus listened intently. Marcus was a professor of Vampire history but he was an intellectual man and had a vast knowledge of magic and mystical things. If he didn't know something he knew how to research it an

I defended, chuckling uncomfortably. "I never knew you to be so involved with guys back then." Lily said. She looked like she was enjoying the conversation more now, or where it was heading to. " I mean to say, you were so quick to smash some guy at Arcana...." Now, that was direct and intentional to get on my nerves, but I swallowed the punch down my throat. " Uh forgive my language." She said. Gosh! She was so bad at pretending. I gave her a curt smile to ease up the tension between us. "Arcana is more fun than anyone can imagine. It will just be too hard to resist the genius males over there." I said to her and she seemed speechless for a moment. " I need to pick one more book. Excuse me.

"Why are you happy after knowing I don’t have one boyfriend?" "I'm happy that you can concentrate on your studies. Keira. You see, relationships will always make you lose your focus on your studies." "Really?" He nodded. "Been there. Done that." Not anymore comfortable with the skin contact, I distanced myself away from him and patted his shoulders. "Condolence for your dead love. Let's go, Ace. Our professor is going to kill us." "Chill. She won't." "Why?" "Because our Chem prof is my ex-girlfriend. She won't be mad at us. I assure you."

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

“No, we eventually left the bar. The next thing I knew, I was in his bedroom.” His mouth forms the letter ‘O.’ “No way! How can I believe you that nothing happened?” I explained to her how I ended up in his room and how my craziness led to me wearing his clothes. “You were alone in a bedroom with a demigod, and nothing happened? You’re insane. Anya, I’d jump on him right away. You squandered a golden opportunity.” “You sound ridiculous.” “Because, well, why not? It’s not the first time a student has fucked her professor.”

6 XAVIER Cameron laughs over the phone. “Come on, Xavier. You have to admit that you love the fucking attention that those young ladies give you.” I scowl as I pull into my parking space. “Girls. Children. Some of those students are under eighteen. I am far from being a fucking creep, Cam. Besides, those girls all look the same. Nothing but a bunch of fake blondes and fake noses.” “Don't forget the fake tits.” Cameron teases.