Professor Coldheart Care Bears Novels & Stories

But still, Zinnia needed my hand as her pillow and she refused to let it go. "Stay still." Bear mumbled before he leaned dow and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. He then checked her temperature through her ear and he drew her blood. Zinnia stayed still while Bear was examining her. "I'm pretty sure that she has the common cold but I also need to make sure that she doesn't have anything that's contagious." He commented. "What makes you think it's contagious?" Silver asked Bear through the mind link. "Like I said before, adult wolf shifters don't get sick easily, especially not the common cold. It's unusual that a newly shifter wolf is down with the common cold."

“Not really. But the way he looked at me when he took off his coat… I swear time stopped. It’s stupid, right? He’s our professor. Cold as ice most days. But there’s something under that. I can feel it.” Zara smirked, lying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Cold until you show up with your boobs out and legs for days. I saw his face in class. Man nearly dropped his marker. Proud of you for clapping back at Sophia too. That ‘fake tits’ line? Legendary.”

"Please calm down, Mrs. Schuman. You've gotten the wrong idea!" "What's going on, then?" Mrs. Schuman snarled. "This vixen threw herself into your arms. Do you think I'm blind?" Pushing myself up from the ground, I snapped, "You need to keep your daughter on a leash! We both know who the real homewrecker is here!" Nathan whipped his head around, his voice dropping to a whisper that only the two of us could hear. "She has severe coronary heart disease. She can't be triggered. Vivian, I'm begging you. Don't make a scene right now!"

Probably wondering what to expect from the weird couple teaching about supernatural bonds. _*]:min-w-0"> At exactly ten, I closed the door. _*]:min-w-0"> "Welcome to Supernatural Bonds and Relationships," I said, looking at the assembled group. Fifteen students, various species, all watching us with a mix of curiosity and caution. "I'm Professor Sharpe. This is Professor Crawford. And before we start, let's get one thing clear. This isn't going to be like other classes you've taken." _*]:min-w-0">

I said, though deep down, I wasn’t convinced myself. Noah scoffed. "Probably?" He arched a brow. "Bears don’t come this close to human territories, Professor. You should know that." I clenched my jaw. "You’re overthinking this, Little Leister," I groaned, hoping he’d drop it. "I'm sorry if you think I'm being sentimental," he said, his voice turning cold, "but a girl has just been murdered, and all you're doing is shrugging it off?" I stared at him. His entire posture radiated defiance, and for a moment, I had the urge to remind him exactly who he was talking to. But then again, this was Noah—he was reckless, stubborn, and completely fearless in a way that made my blood boil.

The professor is looking older and rougher than she remembers, and walking quickly toward the entrance with his head down. Shit, she needs to get to him before he gets inside. "Professor!" she quickly calls out, stepping out of the shadows. He turns around, freezes at the sight of her, his face going pale very quickly. "Stay away from me," he says immediately, taking a few steps away from her. "I already told you, I have nothing to say to you." "Please wait, I don’t want to keep you either," Raven says quickly, moving closer. "But you’ve seen the news, haven’t you? The death tolls of the fever drug users dying every day…” She lets out a breath.

Before Adrian could answer, a voice echoed from behind them. “He’s more than alive.” They spun around. An older man stood in the doorway — tall, silver-haired, sharp-eyed. His expression was calm, almost proud. He wore a white lab coat with an embroidered patch: Veritas. “Dr. Stephen Marlowe,” Adrian said coldly. Marlowe smiled faintly. “Ah. The firstborn.” Adrian’s entire body tensed. “You made me.” “I helped,” Marlowe said. “Your mother was the visionary. I was simply the craftsman.”

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

He said impressed, he was glad to see her changed and that was why he could not recognise her quickly, how could he expect her to be that covered, she was in a black abaya and a hijab. “I think she was like that too when she started to work here... But I don’t really notice anything in her, you know I am hardly home...anyways enough of Ashabi, tell me what you are up to.” He asked his friend who had been out of town for a while for a treatment, being a sickle cell anaemia, he always go for thorough body treatment for at least a month at the popular anaemia clinic in India and this had reduced his health crises to the bearest minimum, he does not have them like he usually does when he was you

It had the face of Professor Arinze, her mentor from the university—the one who vanished when the Great Freeze began. “Professor Arinze?” June’s voice was a whisper. The mouth smiled, too wide, all silver needle-teeth. “The Professor is a memory we ate, June. She was so clever. Taught us all about the human heart. Did you know? It only takes a little bit of pressure to stop it beating.” “You’re not real,” June spat, fisting the key until her knuckles ached. “‘Real’ is just a word,” said the Scavenger-Professor. “We’re offering you a deal. The Reaper wanted to harvest you. The Gardeners wanted to plant you. We—we want to upgrade you.”