Professor Black Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Do you?” Jax’s eyes darkened. “Because I’ve watched you for months. You dance like you’re starving for control, but the second someone takes it from you, you melt. That professor,he’s taking everything. And you’re letting him.” His thumb slid down, tracing my throat, then lower over the collar of my hoodie, pressing against my racing pulse. Heat flooded me again, traitorous and sharp. Jax leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I could give you that too. Without the games. Without the threats. Just you and me. No cameras. No blackmail.”

The heavy oak doors at the front of the hall slammed shut, and the room went dead silent. Professor Caspian Blackwood didn't walk; he prowled. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been carved onto his frame. He didn't look like a teacher; he looked like the architect of a nightmare. He was only thirty-two, but he carried a gravity that made seasoned deans flinch. "Architecture is the art of what remains when everything else is stripped away," he began, his voice a low, cold vibration that hummed in my marrow. My heart skipped. That voice. It was deeper than it had been in the garden, more clinical, but the resonance was unmistakable.

At Blackwood Academy, everyone knows I'm a Null. No magic. I'm a mocked freak. Nobody likes me. Nobody except Shadow. We’ve been online dating for a year. Every night, he texted me his darkest desires through the screen. [I can't wait to meet you. I want to pin you down and be inside you, My Light.] I craved graduation. I wanted to see him. But today, he sent a photo. It showed an open, ancient spellbook. Glowing runes covered the pages. [My Light, I just finished work. I want my reward. Preferably a naked photo.] I blushed. I was about to type "tonight". Then my eyes locked on the unique black bookshelf behind the book. It was the signature bookshelf of Blackwood Academy's Restricted Sectio

There were only ten minutes left until the class was over, and she doubted he would be able to teach them anything in that amount of time. But this was Professor Grey. He wasn't ordinary, so his methods weren't either. The door opened without warning, everyone fell into a hushed silence, the students' heads snapping towards it, and they waited patiently as Professor Grey casually strolled in, his back ramrod straight and his gaze firmly fixed on the podium. Maya couldn't help but admire the perfection of his dark curls which framed his angular face beautifully and the way his black suit accentuated each sharp line of his body.

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

" Fuck. I'd been trying to avoid the professor. Was this her idea of ruining my image? By sending me to the professor for drawing dicks while classes were on? She was so petty. Angry churned in my guts as I cleared my table and dumped the books on it into my bag. Seething, I willed my leg out of the auditorium into the hallway and finally to his office. I lifted my hands and rapped my knuckles on the door. Three knocks later, a booking voice ushered me in. It was the same as the first time I'd come in there. Bland with just the basic office materials. Seated behind the desk was Professor Blackwood and he looked…haggard…he had that kind of few days old stubble

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

As much help as Lucas is, the professor has much more knowledge on wolfless and our history in general. "Could we exchange contact information?" Professor Black asked me. "Sure, Professor, I'll give you my number." Professor Black handed me his cell phone and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lucas's jaw tense. I could feel his unease even though there was nothing for him to worry about. Despite sensing Lucas's mood change, I exchanged contact information with Professor Black and promised to keep him informed. He waved us goodbye and walked off, still holding his coffee from earlier in his

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time