Novel & Cerita Professor Cal Booktok

Lanky and silver-haired with furrowed brows born from decades of being disappointed by bullshit, Professor Fae looked at us like we were all half-breathing toxins, dragging him further from the truth. “Lovely,” he muttered dryly, hands clasped behind his back. His voice echoed through the circle. “Pack drama before coffee. Just the type of mental stimulation I ask of my fighters.” Calder stepped back without prompting. “Professor.” Professor Fae’s pale eyes scanned the crowd briefly before fixing themselves on me. “Miss Greaves,” he said evenly. “Seeing as you seem to be the topic at hand here, you may as well be helpful.” I crossed my arms. “That was my intention.”

“It’s good to have multiple outlets. Art can be isolating sometimes.” “Is that why you became a professor?” I asked. “To be less isolated?” He considered this as he stirred the sauce. “Partly. Teaching forces me to engage with the world in ways I’d normally avoid.” He gave a lopsided, self-deprecating smile. “Though my colleagues would probably tell you I still don’t engage enough.” ‘Professor Julia seems to think you engage just fine.’ I thought to myself. “The sauce is almost ready. Would you mind setting the table? Plates are in the cabinet.”

And for today, that was enough. The late morning settled into a rhythm that felt almost rehearsed. Santiago’s lecture droned faintly from his headphones, the professor’s voice rising and falling in a way that suggested passion about something extremely specific and probably unnecessary. He sat cross-legged now, stylus tapping against his tablet as he took notes with surprising diligence. Callie had moved from typing to staring. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard like she was negotiating with the words before letting them exist. “You’re overthinking it,” I said mildly from the armchair.

“I’ve never seen one of these in the flesh before, only in textbooks. It just startled me. That’s all.” Professor Rhyb cleared his throat when Clara and Alex remained silent. He fiddled with his pan flute, trying to appear calm. “Now, what are you two doing in the redwoods so early in the morning? And how did you come across that—that rock of abomination? More importantly, are you two alright?” “Professor, I’m fine. I just want to know what this rock is,” said Clara. “It is not important. A trifle, really. An essence is nothing a student like you needs to worry about.”

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.

~Faye “Who in the world is Tayten?” I question, fingers brushing over the words on the page. Cal gently takes the book from my hand, placing it on his lap to look at. The book looks old, but preserved. My mind spins at all the possibilities this could lead to, however, my mind is stuck on what the book actually is. There are no words in the entire book aside from this one passage. As if he could read my mind, Cal spoke. “I think this is used to communicate.”

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

"We'll keep you updated with anything else that happens." "Yes, please do. I'm curious to learn how your training goes, Shana. Good luck," Professor Black said over the speaker. "Thank you," I muttered and with a sense of purpose and resolve, I ended the call. I looked up at Lucas, my eyes searching his. "Where is the locked book?"

Just how powerful was he? I was tempted to speak to my mate's bare body, but I decided not to. Professor Hale kept me in his arms as we headed towards the section for prophecy and mysterious stones. When we stopped in front of the shelf, he spoke to me using telepathy. 'Grab three books.' Quickly, I did as he'd asked, and just as we started to move away from the shelf, Professor Storm arrived there. I froze, not daring to breathe. However, Jaxon merely watched her with a wary gaze, as though he was certain that he wouldn't get caught.

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.