Professor Coldheart Care Bears Novels & Stories

They all know who Ghost is. My eyes lands on the person that spoke, another Alpha, one I haven’t crossed paths with before but now he is on Ghost’s radar. Kill the fool Ghost growls I'm not killing him And I wish I could. I know I was now looking at them in Ghost’s eyes because the smell of fear increased. “Can I help you, Mr. Blackthorn?” the professor asks from the front where she is preparing her lecture, her eyes not quite meeting my gaze too. “No, ma’am. Just taking down names.”

I was okay with being invisible, and I just had to remind them I was there. “What do you want, Doctor Brown?” Willow glares at me. “Who is he?” Chloe whispers. “He used to be a professor, but now says he is a psychic or something,” she says dismissively. “Seriously, Chloe?” Willow says impatiently. “You want to flirt with Professor Coldheart at a time like this?” Willow purses her lips, and they glower at each other. I silently walk away, wanting to slip out of the scene as quietly as possible.

AMARA'S POV My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard his voice behind me. “What’s going on here?” Professor Black. I froze. The blonde janitor still had his hand wrapped firmly around my waist. I wanted to push him away, but my body refused to move. Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was..Professor Black, standing tall, his face calm, too calm. But behind that calmness, I felt the weight of something darker. His eyes weren’t just looking, they were burning into me.

Savannah held the bear bottle while slurring some barely audible words. "You know, even though I know he will never love me or accept me, I still can't help but be hopeful. Maybe one day he will finally notice me." Athena suddenly started speaking while putting down her beer bottle. The bitter taste of beer made her throat go numb. Eleana and Savannah looked at her in pity as she listened to her words.

Marzee rolled her eyes, "Don't you see how the cold professor only smiles at you? His eyes soften when he looks at you, and besides, his cold aura warms up when he's by your side. He's like a fierce dog growling and showing his fangs to everyone else. But when he's with you, he sticks out his tongue and wags his tail happily. It's really adorable." Claire looked at Alex who was in the garden from the kitchen window. The professor had become her family, mentor, guide, and everything she had. Alex was part of her heartbeat and her life. She couldn't believe that Alex would love her. She felt completely unworthy of anyone's love. "He just pities me." However, that thought kept filling her head

"What's wrong? Can't prove you're this supposed legend? Trying to steal someone else's identity..." “Who said she can’t prove it?” A dignified, raspy voice cut through the crowd. Everyone turned, their eyes landing on a scholarly, refined middle-aged man who was now looking at Sarah. “Oh my gosh! Professor Carter’s here!” someone whispered. It was Dr Barrett Carter, the beloved vice-dean of the psychology department. Respected and admired by countless students, he was often called a “mentor figure” for his wisdom and kindness. Professor Carter approached the group, looking at Sarah with warmth and pride. “You’ve finally come back.”

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table. They talked for a few more minutes while I quietly listened to what they were talking about. Wenna is a good , entertaining person so she is close to almost everyone. Even the security guard outside is close to him. Because he is kind and has a disability. Know how to get along with people. While I'm very much contrary to her. "Babe," someone said behind me. I stiffened as my heart took a leap. "Hassan, please, let's talk," said the voice behind me.

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

I smile for the sake of my niece, no, daughter and trudge on. “You have to see something.” My professor tells me in a solemn expression. My heart pounds in my chest from the look on his face. He puts her in my hands and distracts her with a toy. Cecilia, Leo and Jessica were standing with us, watching, waiting. My professor carefully lifts the back of her top. All of us gasp. On the skin of my baby's back is bruise.