Professor Arc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And my gay best friend right here had fantasized about Chadwick a lot, despite he had his own boyfriend. Gabriel walked over to Chadwick, leaning his hip against the island. "Professor Chadwick. You remember me right. I am Gabriel, your student. I have a huge crush on you, a wild one actually." I wanted to die at that very instant. How did I forget my best friend was a fucking radio without control. Of course he would approach our professor in one swing. I looked at Chadwick, whose expression had turned into a burning furnace of rage. Gabriel was always so bad at reading the room.

The love I am feeling for him is overflowing. “How unprofessional!” Fauna angrily interrupted. Actually, she is fuming mad. I suddenly felt sad and worried. I know that our relationship is wrong in the eyes of many but it feels right every time I look at Professor Fortez’s loving eyes. “This is clearly against the professional ethics---” Professor Fortez interrupted what he was going to say. His eyes looked dark and deadly. Fauna suddenly seemed pale.

The professor is very serious towards her. The girl calmed down because she seemed to feel a strange heat in her body for a moment when her hot and large palms landed on her arm. Hera seemed to want to hug the professor even though she was scared of him. She wants to know what it feels like to be trapped in his arms as if when he touches you, you can't get away. She wanted to feel what it felt like to hug his wide chest as if it were so hard. "Just show me the way on your home"

A chuckle escaped Arcangelo as his fingers danced across the exposed skin of her stomach, causing her to clench. Pulling away, they both looked disheveled with their ruffled hair and flushed faces. Standing upright, Arcangelo ran a hand through his hair, instantly fixing them as he glanced at the faces staring at them. "Oh, boy. What a scandal." Arcangelo murmured lowly as Rosalie stifled a laugh at his words. Turning back to her desk, her chest still heaving with her uneven breaths as Arcangelo made his way out. Stopping by the door, he gave a nod to the professor, who was staring at him with a gaping mouth.

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.

God, please don't let it be because of him. No, Ariana, he had a girlfriend. You couldn't possibly be lusting after a guy like him. Yeah he had made you cum and all but that doesn't mean you like him. Yeah... yeah. I didn't like him. In fact, I still hated him Yes. That was it. I was fine. Maybe a little horny, but fine. Everything was fine. I scrambled off my bed. I needed a shower. * * * "Okay, everyone settle down and take a seat!" The professor's voice boomed through the room, demanding everyone's attention. "As you all know, today we are starting our first big project!" His voice was so high strung with fake enthusiasm, I almost felt sorry for him.

Books she couldn’t understand, apparently. Professor Alaric Thorne, her last hope, was thirty-five. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a single lamp throwing his sharp features into shadow. He looked less like a dusty academic and more like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And right now, Eleanor felt like he wanted to dissect her. “Miss Vance,” his voice cut through the quiet, deep and smooth. “Your last essay on ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ was… frankly, it was shit. Utter, unadulterated shit.”

) Arice Point of View * THE YEAR 1958. What a day! What a day! There are so many bad things happened in the past few days! Aeroll and JC have a misunderstanding between them. I can't even talk to either one of them. Triple A doesn't bond anymore. We used to go anywhere every time but changes happened so fast. I saw Alexia talking to Professor Lee. It seems so serious. Weird! Really weird! Why will Alexia talks to someone she hates? I go to Alexia when I saw Professor Lee turning away from her. " Why? "

Rhea says as I wrap a freshly baked pastry and place it on a plate. “Thanks, Rhea. I love you,” I reply, smiling as I turn to her. She scrunches her nose. “Yeah, because Mr. Hot Professor is out of town. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t even be an option. You’d just pay me off to go sit on his lap.” I chuckle as she leans in to kiss my cheek. “I’m off,” she says, grabbing her things. My phone beeps, and a smile spreads across my face as I glance at the screen, reading his text in my mind.

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”