Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Tabitha: I had been enjoying myself but now this bitch just had to show up . I set my fork down; suddenly I wasn't so interested in the food anymore. She glared at me across the table but just like a chameleon, she beamed at Enzo like she hadn't just done anything wrong . “I could almost swear that you're stalking me, Enzo. I didn't think I would find you in this Mediterranean place.” “It just opened recently,” Enzo replied stiffly. “I wanted to treat my secretary to a nice meal considering the fact that she did absolutely marvelous in planning the launch.”

“Don’t.” I wish she could talk to me about it, but we’re in the classroom, and the professor might arrive at any time. But, just as I anticipated, a loud, clearing throat resounds across the classroom. Everyone shuts their mouths, followed by a deadly silence. Our attention gets drawn to the front, where a sophisticated, sexy, and attractive young professor in a black shirt and pants stands by the grand piano. He now has a pair of black-framed glasses on. The most awaited man has finally arrived. “Good morning. I’m Professor Julian Sebastian...”

I never thought I’d come this close to being in my penultimate year with friends and family around me. “Our last paper had me in a chokehold. Where does Professor Deric get his questions?” “I believe he manufactures them himself.” Ezra, a guy who’d joined us during a few study sessions, said. I chuckled. My man was fucking smart and I was proud of it. Jack nudged me by the side and I scowled at him. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face and stop being so obvious.” He whispered and I almost punched his arm. “It only obvious because you know dumbface.”

That made more sense. My heart rate skyrocketed as I pulled out the syllabus I had printed that morning but not even glanced at yet. I’d planned to read through it this morning but instead ended up immersed in my novel. There it was, in great big letters: Professor Kelton Gileston. That had to be a coincidence. Right? Just some other werewolf who happens to share a name. Because there was no way the infamous rogue killer, Alpha Kelton Gileston, was actually my teacher. Or my mate?

Gianna squirms uncomfortably and whimpers, and I take a breath to calm my little outburst. “I’m sorry,” Enzo apologizes with puppy-dog eyes, “but just look at her. She’s so beautiful and so ours. Don’t you feel your heart leap every time you see her? I want more of this, cara.” “Are you serious? Is this the same ruthless killer, people-disemboweler, who at the beginning of this story didn’t want to get married, was afraid of love, and hated the idea of having a child?” I ask, caught between disbelief and amusement.

“The dancing… It pays the tuition. Mom left me nothing but bills when she died. Dad’s in prison for fraud. Scholarships only cover so much. I started small private parties, then Inferno. It’s just a job.” Lila’s expression softened, but only a fraction. “And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?” I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. “He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott.” Her jaw dropped. “Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Noah.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s complicated.”

"I can change her if you do not want her. If you don't require a personal maid, that's fine. I'm simply looking out for you because you're like a son to me, and I want your..." "I expect you to have packed to my floor by morning. I despise clumsiness and dislike having to repeat myself. You have to be close to perfect," he interrupted Patricia, his attention fixated on me. I gulped, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground and avoiding eye contact with him. "Am I understood?" "Yes, Alpha," I replied, and he turned away, leaving without another word. "Big brother Enzo is so scary," Lily said with a sigh. "So rude, he couldn't even say a simple thank you," Patricia mumbled under her breath as she t

I know Enzo more than anyone in his life, he is never punctual, he is clumsy, he loves sweets, he hates black coffee, he has no friends, his only friend was his late mother. I always paid attention to everything he was doing, I always knew where he was, I went to the same college as him because I couldn't stay away from him. I stared at the clock again, Enzo was five minutes late, my smile grew wider, this was going to be fun for me. I decided to focus on the work in front of me. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door, "Come in," I said. I composed myself, I put on a stern look, Enzo can't know how much he means to me, at least not yet. He came in, his hair was combed to the back,

He scoffed. "How is everything with your little Fiancee? Heard you two went on a date." Leo asked, a cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. "I'm courting her," Enzo replied dryly. "That's so like you." Leo snickered, his light, amber-like eyes shining with mischief. "Be honest. What's the ACTUAL reason you want Lilliana Russo?" "I've already told you," Enzo replied, giving a cold side glance. The actual reason? Yeah, Enzo had his eyes on her for a while. The first time he had seen Lilliana Russo was at the church. Nonna attended church almost every Sunday, and she badgered him to join her.