Professor Arc Novels & Stories

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."

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.