Professor Black Novels & Stories

Leo is downstairs and dressed in his usual leather jacket style, you would think twenty two years old man won’t want anything to do with his fifteen year old self, but he is the Same, just in a harder and taller body. My professor is sitting alone, nursing an Americano. He looks calm and composed, like we didn’t just have a leg shaking make out session on the stairs. Just seeing him got me excited. My body remembering how his hands kneaded my ass with perfection. I shivered again. This time with want. I wonder if I will ever stop wanting him. “I’m ready.” “Finally.” Cecilia groans. I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue.

"We've finally found our mate, Bella. We've found him!!!!" I could tell Amelia was really happy, so was I. And I was still shocked by the fact that my mate is the new Professor. As he walked to the front of the room with a casual grace, he was a spectacle to behold. I was captivated by his presence, and an unspoken enchantment seemed to hang in the air. The Professor, who was now standing at the lectern, smiled warmly at the class. "Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice a deep and soothing resonance that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the lecture hall. "I am Blake Hemsworth, your new history Professor."

He said sternly, "Professor Black, you are a responsible professor, and you know the rules of our college. Just pray that you come out clean from this matter. You may go now, and don't forget to mail me the new set of question paper by tomorrow." Carl Black's expression was dark. He came out of the Principal's office sullenly, feeling humiliated. He was dedicated to his works and never involved in any kind of wrongdoings in his life. He never thought that one day he would be accused like this. He was sure that someone was trying to defame him, but he didn't know the reason. He was suspecting Professor Moore, but it was not wise to charge her without any proof.

His eyes are hidden behind impenetrable black glasses. "Who is this?" I asked in a whisper, I have chills ran through my body. "You're crazy! This Is Peter Alexandrovich, he is our professor of french, they say that to pass his exam just like that, it will not work! " In the voice of Tanya was alarm, he certainly does not look like a simple teacher. " Why does he wear glasses?" I can't look away, I'm glad the lectures haven't started yet. "You should have seen his eyes, as if they were torturing you in sweet temptation. The bastard is so severe!" She scares with her reasoning, and the man orders a Cup of coffee, and sits down at the bar.

I frown, glancing at my schedule planner and seeing a blank space I’ve booked out to look over resumes for the current project that will be on going. “Who?” “A Ms. Blackthorne?” My jaw tightens, and there’s not a power on earth that would stop my cock from thickening in my pants in this moment. “She’s apparently been sent to see you for misbehaving in class?” I arch a brow. Candace Blackthorne a renowned trouble maker on campus. He wasn't just a history professor he was also a guidance counselor. He knows she's a model student but also a trouble maker but he suddenly wonders what she could have done to make her get sent to his fucking office.

She was the embodiment of everything Marcella hated, and also hoped to be. The class doors fell open and she was snapped out of her thoughts when the new Professor stepped in and walked to the front of the class in a grey suit. There was something familiar about him, she thought as she stared at his back while he went up to the whiteboard to write out his name. Professor Lucas Blackwood. He turned around to face the class and Marcella stopped breathing. It was him. Her new History Professor was the hot stranger who saved her in the bar.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

The way he carried himself sent a clear signal to everyone around him—he wasn’t someone to be messed with. "I heard he’s the new professor," Jericho said, stepping to Martin’s side as he arrived. Girls squealed at the sight of the professor, but none dared to approach due to his intimidating aura. "He’s temporarily lecturing Gothic Literature and History for your set." "A new professor?" Martin mumbled. This man looked familiar... He had seen him before. Right! This man was one of his tycoon father’s business partners, known as Mr. Black. He had once caught a glimpse of Lucian in his father’s office while they were discussing business.

He let out a shaky breath and sank into his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. Ben Blackwood, the man who’d broken empires with a smile and walked away without remorse, now sat in silence, broken by a woman he had never planned to love. But love her he did.

Everyone turned, and were looking at her now. She stood up and walked quickly to the projector. She paused the video that was on a loop and pointed to the murderer’s hands. “Although this person has gloves on, and it is difficult to tell their gender even, this gap here.” She pointed to the exposed skin between where their hand glove ended and where their sleeve began, “Would have been enough to expose the Professor.” “What are you talking about?” “Professor Cal has a large tattoo on his forearm,” Myra said. Everyone around the table seemed to lean forward and peer at the image.