Professor Coldheart Care Bears Novels & Stories

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.

"Come in," the professor's deep voice came from behind his office door. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked in. He was working on his laptop with an undivided attention. "What do you want?" he asked without sparing me a glance. His cold, impassive conduct sliced through my heart. How heartless, how unfeeling could one be to not find the slightest of kindness in his heart to return after everything. A little display of gratefulness wouldn't hurt that much. After all, if it wasn't for me, he'd be buried six feet under right now.

But as the scent of her hair hit me—something soft, like vanilla and old books—I felt a jolt of something that wasn't in the contract. The "Cold Heart" was starting to thaw, and that was the most dangerous betrayal of all.

From nowhere, a massive golden maned lion leapt through the air and landed four square over the Professor's body, its great head thrown back in another roar, ‘Musafa! No! Back down, NOW!’ Killian’s voice rang out in a command, and the lion stepped back, snarling, ‘Tie them all up. If any resist, kill them’ He continued leaving the lion and the bear to watch the Professor, it took an hour and more than one of the Assistants tried the Professor's trick and was torn to pieces.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

she told him, and I sucked in a sharp breath, irritated. "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded. "You should go to the medical bay for another check-up, just in case," Callum continued. "Thank you for your kindness, Master Emmerdale," my mate responded, and I stiffened. She was so oblivious to his true nature—it was almost painful to watch. He wasn't being kind. He was testing her, luring her into trust. And she was walking right into it. "By the way, did you know Professor Hale long before you came to the academy?" He suddenly asked, and I narrowed my eyes, suspicious about what his true intentions were.

she called out, raising a hand in a friendly wave. The professor slowed his pace, his eyes flicking up from his phone to meet hers. He paused just long enough to acknowledge them both. His gaze lingered on Jackson's cold stare for a brief moment, but it quickly shifted back to Azalea, as if Jackson's glare hadn't fazed him at all. "Ah, Ms. Moore," he said, his voice warm, almost a little too rehearsed. "How are you?" "I'm fine actually. I'm still sorry for yesterday's hiccup. I'm still holding my promise on getting you a cup of coffee."

She opened up her arms like a toddler, those adorable laughter still falling from her lips. Grunting, the professor carried her under her arms and propped her on his side like he would prop a child. He stilled as she began rocking against him, the wet heat of her core grinding over the muscular ridge of his abs. Suddenly he hated this body and wished it was… he deadened the thought. Being professor Blackwood was awesome and he wouldn't change it for anything. A nice body with a handsome face. That was something he couldn't boast of earlier on.