Professor Cal Booktok Novels & Stories

“You’ve seemed distracted this morning.” “That obvious?” “You nearly wrote the word cryptid across three separate pages of notes.” I looked down at my open bag immediately. Sure enough, the word appeared repeatedly in messy, aggressive cursive in the margins of my notebook. Fantastic. Absolute academic excellence. “I’m going through a weird week,” I mumbled, shifting my weight. Professor Smith’s expression shifted slightly. It wasn't amusement. It was deep, calculating interest. “Sometimes,” he said carefully, leaning forward over his desk, “the things that unsettle us are the things we’re closest to understanding.”

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

“It’s a public cafeteria, isn’t it? I promise not to deduct points for poor conversation.” I froze. “Of course, Professor.” He sat down across from me, completely unbothered by the dozens of eyes that immediately turned our way. It was awkward, to say the least. Professors didn’t eat with students, not unless it was some kind of formal event. Ethan looked like he was debating whether to disappear under the table, and I couldn’t even blame him. But Kieran, as usual, carried himself like he owned the air around him. Within minutes, he had us laughing as he explained the real history behind the course we were taking, how most of what the textbooks said was edited by the Council, and how much de

His hair is all over the place, eyes wide, muttering formulas under his breath. Raghav said slamming the book shut I leaning against the table with chips in hand “Calm down, Professor Einstein-in-reverse.” “Don’t start__” “No, seriously. I’ve seen corpses with more life than you right now.” "Kiyara what's this?" He asked when I put out the part of 2 of the book. Ehh. Ehhh?. Is being serious. "Part 2 of the chapter" I said by removing the newly plastic wrap from the book.

"You seem to have lost weight. Has something been bothering you lately?" Halsey shook her head. "No. I don't think I've lost weight. I feel like I've actually gained some." Calvin smiled gently. "Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator." This made Halsey genuinely smile. Calvin was the most learned in their social circle, now the youngest professor at an Ivy League school. His speech was always refined and poetic. "Thanks for the compliment," she said. Just then, Halsey noticed a bookshelf nearby. On it rested a book, one authored by Calvin himself.

He was making her nervous and she didn’t know why. He continued reading the names until they were finished. Once done, he walked back towards the desk and immediately started talking about what they were going to take this year and what to expect. He took out a chalk and turned around to start writing some points on the board while he talked. Kayla opened her old purple notebook, which she was still using, and immediately began taking notes. Her writing was neat and she was a fast writer, meaning she could keep up with him. As time passed, their eyes kept traveling towards each other. Kayla couldn’t understand what this feeling was. he was her professor and she shouldn’t be feeling attractio

Maybe I should talk to the professor, she thought, pushing back her chair. “Where are you going?” Glenda asked, surprised. “Somewhere,” Megan replied curtly before walking out. Minutes later, she knocked on the door of Professor Calvin’s office. He was in his mid-thirties, sharp-featured, and, though she didn’t know it, he’d noticed her long before today, and he’d been waiting for this visit. “Hi, Professor Calvin, I’m Megan Calder, a first-year student,” she introduced herself, stepping toward his desk.

This led to a tall, blond, good-looking man with an enigmatic smile approaching me. "Studying for finals?" he asked after seeing my book, and I nodded. "You should use Alcalá's book; it's perfect for mode structures, and it gives you a much clearer explanation of the paradigms of multiple phonemes." I furrowed my brow. "Are you a literature professor?" I asked him directly. "I'm a research professor at the University of Nevada," he said and introduced himself before sitting at my table, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by my bodyguards. "Henry Miller."

Cana complains as she skims the coverage that she needs to make a report. “Well he is one of the terror professors in this university, he is a legend itself.” Another girl commented as she stretched her arms from the pain of sitting for almost two hours. “Well you are right, Caloan wouldn’t be this prestigious if not for the well trained professors and other skilled personnels.” she smiled back to her. “By the way, Brigitte’s group is having a drink tonight, would you like to hang out?”