Professor Black Novels & Stories

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

I became completely blank at that moment, I froze there. Is this my dream? Mr.stranger is Professor Zain. He is grinning at me. He is wearing black trousers and a black blazer with a white t-shirt. I just can't believe my eyes. I know that life is unpredictable, but life can be so unpredictable, I never thought that. I mean, Professor Zain is Mr. stranger whom I love. How can be this possible? Oh god, what is happening in my life? Is this a dream? I'm staring at him in utter disbelief. He's strolling towards me and my heartbeat is accelerating.

She starts walking like usual. By the time she reached her college,her whole face was red and she was huffing. She went to her class and unfortunately she was 2 minutes late. Their English professor was already present in the class. "may I come in, sir?"she asked in a soft, meowing voice. Everyone from the class looked at her at once but all she noticed was his cold eyes. His ocean like eyes which held coldness. Any sane person would piss at their pants just by looking into his eyes. A shiver ran though Li bai's body.

And I sat there, hands on my face, whispering to myself. “Fuck.” I sat there on the bed long after Danika left. My palms were damp. My chest still tight. But the longer I sat in the quiet, the less anxious I felt. And the more I thought about him. Professor Chance Black. The name alone made my thighs squeeze. He looked even hotter this morning. More put together. Dangerous in a clean, brutal kind of way. That black button-up, the rolled sleeves, that angry, cold expression when he’d yanked Kole off me. His voice still echoed in my head.

Eliana's POV I got to the park five minutes earlier than Professor Mathews. After what happened during our last meeting, he decided it would be best if we met at anywhere other than a restaurant. I didn't really see the need, since it was highly unlikely that we would encounter Oliver again. But Professor Mathews insisted that it would be safer and I agreed. I was already seated on one of the numerous benches in the park when I caught sight of a mass of black hair with a few grey streaks approaching. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans. Him being dressed casually seemed to have miraculously shaved ten years off whatever his age was.

They all know who Ghost is. My eyes lands on the person that spoke, another Alpha, one I haven’t crossed paths with before but now he is on Ghost’s radar. Kill the fool Ghost growls I'm not killing him And I wish I could. I know I was now looking at them in Ghost’s eyes because the smell of fear increased. “Can I help you, Mr. Blackthorn?” the professor asks from the front where she is preparing her lecture, her eyes not quite meeting my gaze too. “No, ma’am. Just taking down names.”

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

Bella The lecture hall felt suffocating that morning. The professor’s voice droned on about supply-side economics, graphs flickering on the projector, but none of it reached me. I sat near the middle row, pen frozen in my hand, staring blankly at my notebook. The whispers started behind me. “Did you hear? Mr. Black got fired.” “Yeah, the dean called it ‘inappropriate conduct’ after that hug video went around.” “Someone posted it in the final-year group chat. They said it was unprofessional.”

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-