Professor Cal Booktok Novels & Stories

The moment he lifted his pen, I reached out instinctively and placed my hand on his thigh. "Sir!" I cried out, my voice nearly a shriek. His hand froze in mid-air. He cut me a sharp, silent look. The terrifying professor had returned; cold, stern, and formidable as ever. I knew in that instant he was about to gut my work again. Without another thought, I took a reckless, daring leap. "Do you... do you need someone to satisfy your desires?" I held my breath, wishing time would simply stop. Mr. Jefri pushed my manuscript slightly aside. His focus dropped to my hand resting on his thigh, then rose to meet my eyes again. He narrowed his gaze, a small, dark smile forming. "And by that, do you mea

I was done. I spetmt the rest of my day inside my room listening to my favourite music, and reminiscing on Elias that was until my phone buzzed, pulling me out of my trian of thought. My brows twisted into knots, wrinkles appearing on my forehead. I pondered on who's number it could be that was until I picked up the call. “Hello dear. It's professor Lucas. I was wondering if you're free for us to talk tonight.” I was stunned and I felt my throat dry up. I tried to talk and for a few seconds I struggled.

"Because I made a fool out of myself dummy, I..." "Good morning class, my name is Professor Patrick and I will be taking you on Calculus this year". I look up to see a deep voice give the class an announcement. He is an elderly man with grey hairs sticking out here and there. I look around the class and notice that it is almost filled up. Hmm, they must have come in while I was talking to Rea. "Okay I need you to bring out your calculus text book and open to page sixty five, today we will be looking at..."

“That’s Cal Booker!” I sat up alongside her as we watched. His father, Edward Booker, was delivering a speech about the hunger crisis in America. Cal made a face at something his father said, as if he didn’t believe him. I wondered what it meant. “He looks taller there,” Sydney said, fully invested. “I suppose so,” I answered robotically, as I continued to study Cal. Sydney looked over at me. “You okay?” she asked with kind eyes. “As fine as I can be,” I replied, snapping out of my trance. “None of this feels real yet.”

Wait, why hasn't he busted me for being out of school campus without supervision? "Star Lore: Myths, Legends, and Facts, by William Tyler Olcott it's a great book. It's an easy read for a clever girl like you. I've noticed that you have quite a passion for my class." I take the book from his hands and look through some of its pages. It does look interesting and easy to read. By some miracle, my hands don't shake while I look through the book. I look at my professor. "Thanks, Professor Strauss." He smiles shyly.

Prince Guren growled, stomping towards a corner of the ground with several students gathered. Taking a look at our surroundings, I saw some teachers were also having classes out here. My brows raised as I noticed Calis at a group of students near us. He had a thick book in his grasp, intently reading while listening to his professor. But as the teacher turned away, he lifted his gaze from the book, meeting my eyes as if he already knew I was there and waving at me.

“You know it’s not drugs but you didn’t speak out. You just let them embarrassed me and now you’re following me around? Geez, leave me alone!” He didn’t let her utter a word. He fastened his steps towards his classroom. He has a lot of things going on his mind and that nerd is making him more frustrated. “Mr. Calazar, you are early for tomorrow.” Mr. Pasyaw said to his professor is in his mid 40’s. He is one of the most strict professors on campus. Laughs echoed in the room. “And it looks like someone will lose his job today, Sir.” He smirked.

I'll make you a storyteller. "It was a long complicated story," I answered here. "I won't mind." It's like saying it excitedly. Wow, this has no common sense either. I don't want to tell a story, I want to tell a story. "Open page 452, chapter 10 and give me the difference between Haluim and Ugranuim." Suddenly, our professor who had just entered said that he was opening a book. We didn't compete with each other in the unfolding, and I was also infected by the panic that happened because our prof in Ability Control looked fierce.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

Grind's attention are here, we all stared at them. "I didn't take?" a dead malicious promise of Zenith. "What?! And why is that? I hope you don't just go with Mr. Rezilla," Professor said. "I don't use books, I hope you asked earlier if I'll take it, right?" we were all surprised at her response. It's not a rude tone but it's still rude. "What?! Tss. What else can I expect from you? You didn't even know the word, respect," Professor stressed.