Professor Arc Mga Nobela at Kwento

Professor Stern who was watching everything from the sidelines muttered calmly. Unlike the fans who were increasingly excited by what they were seeing, the professor was very calm. Yes, just like Cronos had stated earlier, Professor Jackson was not a combat type. At least, he was not a direct combat type. He didn’t fight his battles through direct confrontation, for he was not one who possessed unreal power in his fists like Professor Stern neither was he a master of weapons like Grandmaster Cairo. His specialty was elsewhere, and he had been banned from using his specialty until the fourth test began. Well, the fourth test had started, so there was nothing to hold the professor back. It was

Axel signaled Michelle not to pay attention to the stubborn girl when he predicted that she would confront Arriana again. Michelle sighed before speaking again. “Class, he is Mr. Axel Aragon, the temporary replacement of one of your professors.” Arriana’s eyes widened slightly, and she was forced to look ahead at where their Dean was standing. She immediately met Axel’s cold gaze. Instead of being sad for the way he looked at her, a naughty smile formed on her lips. Arriana was even more impressed with the young man. The desire of her crippled mind was revived. This is really her weakness with men or the one she fantasizes about, intelligent and far away in age from her. She sat up straight

And that will be achieved in a few days. "Ivy, the math professor needs to speak with you urgently in his room," Georgia, the secretary, informs me as soon as I enter the hall. "Okay! Thanks, Georgia!" Speaking of Professor Franklin Aragon. He is one of the best math teachers at this university. The man sleeps and wakes up with numbers, and if you play around, he drinks, eats, and breathes numbers too. However, since we're approaching the final stages, I've noticed his eyes on me. It's not entirely bad. After all, he's a handsome man and has a presence that catches the attention of the ladies. However, you can be sure that I have an idea of what he wants to talk to me about. "I'll look for h

Ariel’s POV The rain lashed against Professor Grayson’s window. I hadn’t planned on being here, in his private space. The rain pounding the roof filled the awkward silence as I stood by his kitchen counter, my paint stained fingers fidgeting like the hem of my equally stained t-shirt. “I’m sorry about this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I should have checked the weather forecast before agreeing to stay late.” He moved in his kitchen as gracefully as he did in front of his students. He was the youngest professor in the art history department at twenty eight, but he carried himself with the gravity of a much older man.

I mumbled something incoherent, and stared blindly at the screen, my fingers moving on autopilot. And then, like a dream, a shadow fell over our desk. A cold wave of presence that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. Professor Kai was standing there, his imposing frame blocking the light. “How’s it going over here?” he asked. His voice was low, too calm, a flat lake hiding treacherous currents underneath. “Uh, we’re good,” I managed, my voice a hoarse croak barely above a whisper. “Urm, sir?” Sarah interjected, all false sweetness. “How do we reconsider this conditional loop?” She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen.

I thought Professor Kane was just intense. Brilliant, controlling, impossible to read — the kind of teacher students whispered about but never dared cross. I didn't know "intense" meant a werewolf and I didn’t know “brilliant and controlling” meant alpha of the wolf pack. I didn't know the world he came from had rules that marked me the moment I walked into his lecture hall. And I definitely didn't know that the man grading my papers by day was fighting — every single day — not to claim me. He says I'm his mate. He says it like a warning, not a gift. I don't know what that means yet. But I know I can't stop needing him near me, and I know he's done pretending he'll let me go.

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

Tutoring The Bad Boy {When Miss petite meets Mr Arrogant} . Episode 11: Progressive . “And that is for today, make sure to read about it more when you get home “. The professor said before packing his things and turning off the projector in which he was using to show slides of the course work. Haven breathed out a sigh of relief as he stretched his limbs letting out a disgruntled groan. Ariel glanced at him with a look of confusion on her face. “Why are you groaning and acting like you did something ?”.

"I'm not signing anything until I know what it is." "It's your life raft," one of the men in suits said. He didn't smile. "I'm Mr. Miller. I handle the Professor's legal affairs. These papers state that you are a Junior Fellow for the Blackwood Archive Initiative." "A Junior Fellow?" I looked at Caspian. "I'm a student. I don't even have my degree yet."