Novel & Cerita Professor Arc

Marcus. Oh, God! Nate froze for a moment, staring at Professor Marcus. The professor himself said not a single word. He kept staring at Nate with the same blank, nondescript look on his face. Knowing the professor's ruthlessness, I was beginning to get scared. A muscle twitched in the professor's jaw. And before I knew it, the professor reached out, his hand clamping over Nate’s wrist. The casual gesture didn't hide the force behind it. Nate’s face contorted in pain, and a choked gasp escaped him.

Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern. I systematically engineered an immediate, artificial smile, deploying a defensive wall to shroud the chaotic nature of my internal calculations. "The situation is entirely managed," I fabricated smoothly. I shifted the display screen to reveal the call logging interface to his position—an operational maneuver safeguarded by the reality that I had long since codified his identity under the digital pseudonym of 'The Killer Professor.' "Look... my primary academic advisor has suddenly commanded an emergency review session. It appears the most optimal tactic is for my frame to secure an independent commercial tax

As he and Bena neared the seat, those seated stood up and left. Almost immediately, the new professor, a woman in her late fifties with silver spectacles and a gaze like dry ice entered. She was a living reminder of the void Elliott had left behind. “Alright, settle down,” the professor said, her voice echoing. “I am Professor Aris. I believe in merit, transparency, and decorum. We have much to cover before your exams.” As she turned to the chalkboard, Sebastian leaned back in his seat three rows behind. “Thank God it’s a woman,” Sebastian whispered loudly to his friend. “At least we know Noah won’t be getting an 'A' for effort this semester. I don't think she’s his type.”

“Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!” Sarek smirked faintly and dialed. “Hello? Is this the motel? Send the largest sausage you have…” I finally started to relax. That was until he decided to hang up in the next second. “Forget it. Anything from outside won’t be clean enough.” The careful façade of a considerate professor shattered, revealing the raw, Alpha aggression beneath. Step by step, he cornered me against the edge of the desk. Leaning in, his warm breath brushed my ear.

Stopping by the door, he gave a nod to the professor, who was staring at him with a gaping mouth. "You're a temptation, Rosa," Arcangelo spoke over his shoulder loud enough for everyone to hear, causing her to tense in her seat as people turned to stare at her. "But you're my temptation." "Go back to work!" Rosalie responded, flustered, from the middle of the room as Arcangelo smirked at her.

I growled out starring at the Professor. “Please No, dear Prince, I did not mean ill will. In order to teach about Michael, I have to include the speculation of your father.” The professor said worry in his eyes. “As I’ve told you many times throughout the year, my name is Samael, please refer to me as such.” “Y..Yes, Of course Samael, my apologies.” The professor quivered out.” I could see a small crooked smile on Katrina’s face, which perplexed me, what is she smiling about, she should hate this demonstration of me being a pompous ass. “You can carry on Professor.”

I'll prove to Dad that he can't do anything, he can't stop me being difficult to him and to others. "Where's the transferee? Kindly introduce yourself here in front." The professor entered and he didn't even greeted us 'good morning'. All of them, looked at me. I rolled my eyes and stood up lazily. The struggles of being a damn transferee. "Vanez Amelia Arnaez. I don't actually want to be friend with y'all so better be fuck off. That's all." I sat back on my armchair. It took seconds before they processed everything. Especially our professor, he blinked twice and cleared his throat.

Artemis says, pointing towards the man who seems like he'd rather be anywhere else. I wave nervously, my teeth on display in an attempt to appear friendlier. "Professor Horatio." "Hello," I manage to say, my voice timid. He doesn't respond. Now, Artemis gestures towards me, "This is my mate," taking my hand and pressing his lips against the back of it possessively. The professor bows deeply, bending his spine to an extreme, signaling he understands our significance by the reverence he shows. "Sera, this is the professor I was talking about. The man who found secrets of Astria and had to flee to save his life," Artemis explains.

If you all noticed, all students in their school are actually Daughters and sons of the riches families. "Yes, good that you know his name already, I invited him here for you two to meet personally, let's just wait for him." The professor said.. Owen is just sitting there while Leon is obviously quiet. 5 minutes later.. A tall, white pale skin, with a cold expression looking guy entered the room. The professor introduce that guy to the class. "This is Steven Park, And... " the professor pause for half a second to look at him "Owen please stand up and come here." Professor called him.

“Then? Any teacher who could be a Lycan?” “Octavio. I have a doubt he is hiding something.” “But we saw he was bleeding, and it didn’t heal.” Jasper curiously looked for more answers. “I know, but something is not right.” Amor sifted his memory back again. “What... are...” Amor’s phone buzzed to break his train of thought. He fished out his phone and answered it. “Yes,” “Alpha, the professor’s name is Elena Valucci.” The man on the call answered, making Amor bite his tongue to waste his time. But he waited for him to finish.