Professor Cal Booktok Novels & Stories

"Are you telling me to skip studying to come hang out with you?" "Yes." Her brow arched higher, "Wow, that was so unexpected of you, Mr Professor." She said in a teasing tone, causing him to bark out a short laugh. "To be clear I'm not promoting boycotting your studies but you and I know that you're only re-reading because you have nothing else to do." She had nothing to say to that so he continued, "I also have scripts to grade but I have a shitty focus right now and all I keep thinking about is you."

Cal said, dropping the cup back to the saucer after a second sip. Easton nodded, “I suspected the busy Professor did not just come to sample Cassie’s favorite tea.” “That’s not fair. We have not physically met in over one year. Who said I cannot come to just see you?” “But you did not,” Easton said after carefully taking a sip of the hot tea. Cal nodded. “I had thought of talking to Ellis about this, but I figured you would be less emotional about the topic.” “Is that not se*xist for a Professor?”

Chloe didn't look nearly as freaked out as I was. In fact, there was a look of realization on her face. She pulled out her own phone, her fingers flying across the screen for a second before she turned the display toward me. "Izy, look. Professor Alister’s lecture was live-streamed." I blinked at the screen. There, on social media was a high-quality video feed. The caption read: The King of Law: Professor Thorne’s First Lecture of the Semester. "He’s a celebrity lecturer, Izy," Chloe explained, her voice regained its usual upbeat tone.

“My name is Talia Westwood, and my favorite book is…” My mind went blank. I couldn’t remember the name of a single book even though I had read so many. My eyes darted desperately around the room until they fell on the spine of a book poking halfway out of Ruby’s backpack. “It's- It's The Howl by Cole Turner,” I finished. “Very good,” Professor Cassian replied, giving me the same response he had given the others. He moved on to the next person. I slowly lowered myself back into my chair, my mind spinning. Soon the introductions were over. The professor moved to the front of the classroom once more.

Especially after today. Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Taylor sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him. Taylor: Sorry “Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose. “Jasmine.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.

We've never sat together before. "You haven't booked my next session." Kieran frowns at his screen, a muscle leaping in his jaw. Then he puffs out a short breath, and spins his laptop toward me. With a few taps, he brings up the booking system calendar. "Pick a day and time." The gray-haired professor elbows through the lecture hall doors, clutching a bigger coffee than anyone else here. She marches to the front podium and starts loading her slideshow, mouth twisting like she ate something sour.

Then, half at a glance, I realized he was talking about me. “Yes, she's a professor of sociology at the university in Sydney. Specialized in Indian people. Well, look at this. It felt like he was bragging about me to someone. “She researched the questions she wanted to ask in the book,” he continued. The book? He was talking about his upcoming Kalti Brown book and my offer to to help? "Credibility," he said. — I have a reputation as a writer and she has credibility as a sociologist. An expert. ’ He listened for a moment and then said, ‘I know, but

Professor Orion's eyes are intense and dark, his focus is on Tristan behind me but I feel the full effect of those eyes on me. I am heated up, it is embarrassing to react this way to even a suggestion of his attention on me. I wish I can see Tristan's face as Zane stares him down but I stay put. "And as for my qualifications to judge in this matter, you are in my class. You are reading my text. And that text is being read by thousands of students across the country. All my books hit the Number 1 bestselling within weeks. I have paid my dues and I continue to pay it. I have worked hard to get to this particular point in my career, and I continue to work hard. I think I have earned my place in

Professor Malinda is a woman with height, seated behind her desk, peering at her laptop from the top of her spectacles while her hands move fast on the keyboard. I bow my head a little. “Greetings, Ma’am. My name is Lilac Stone. I’m one of the interns for this session.” “Ms. or Mrs. Stone, what school did you graduate from?” she replies immediately but without looking up. “I schooled at New Savors College, Ma’am.” The professor looks up that instant, adjusting her spectacles. She purses her lips for a while before finally uttering a response. “Hmm. I see.” She points her dainty fingers to a heap of files on her huge desk. “Look for your file and sign.”

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.