Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

the voice said. A wicked smile spread across my face as I replied, "Long time, Professor." Derick's curiosity piqued, and he glanced at me with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He stepped on the accelerator, causing the car to speed off, as if mirroring the velocity of our thoughts. We drove through the city streets, our destination clear in our minds. The Professor, an enigmatic figure known for his expertise in chemistry and concocting extraordinary solutions, was our trump card. We needed his help to turn the tables on Blake and his cohorts.

There Helma was, rocking a makeup tutorial live stream, racking up millions of fans, and even snagging a Greenville charity award. That mortician gig Madam Guller once sneered at? It got a shoutout from the bigwigs at Yaxtria. Now, Helma was dazzling everyone on the show, moonlighting as the enigmatic scent wizard, Lilac. Madam Guller's feelings were all over the place, her shock outdoing even the live chat's frenzy. They did not have a clue that Helma was also the famed Professor Harlana, a star in the academic world!

he said, like he couldn’t believe he’d said something nice out loud. Rory took a bite and immediately made a loud appreciative sound. “THIS IS ILLEGAL. Why is this so good? What did you put in it? Secrets? Love? Witchcraft?” “Garlic,” I said. Rory nodded like that explained everything. “Yes. Witchcraft.” They ate at the island like normal teenagers, talking over each other, stealing bites, teasing Jace for slumping like an abandoned hoodie. Jace didn’t talk much, but he stayed present. He stayed upright. He kept eating.

Time for more fun with freaky professors. Professor Dravik Thornhall stood at the front of the room, his ,greasy hair slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a discount vampire movie, his robes rumpled and stained with something I prayed wasn’t soup. Or blood. Honestly, could’ve been either. “Today,” he said with a slither of a smile, “we began the most sacred practice of spellcasting, connecting with your core magic.” He actually licked his lips. Ugh. I visibly shuddered. Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.”

Maybe he will apply for the Fortune Telling Class for this skill in guessing things. With Lucas now behind, he can't help but stare at the scalp of the professor. The old man looked like he had a grasp of what Lucas was laughing about. He gave him a narrow stare. "I'm a Fire Starter. I want to improve my skills." Lucas abruptly replied as he walked with the professor on a tiptoe. He felt a pang of sudden guilt after finding his appearance funny. But still, he can't help it. That Rick and Morty meme peeling the wall… it reminded on his mind.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

Really stupid jerk! I took five chalks from the box and approached him. He held out his hand and I angrily laid the chalk on his palm. "Thank you Mam!" he said with a smile and left again. Why ... Why is he jolly now? How long has John been in heaven? He has been my professor for years! He never treated us like his new students. He was really laughing while we were. Pure recitation, when not answered automatically five. "Mam, you and Sir are fine" said one of my female students.

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

“Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!” Sarek smirked faintly and dialed. “Hello? Is this the motel? Send the largest sausage you have…” I finally started to relax. That was until he decided to hang up in the next second. “Forget it. Anything from outside won’t be clean enough.” The careful façade of a considerate professor shattered, revealing the raw, Alpha aggression beneath. Step by step, he cornered me against the edge of the desk. Leaning in, his warm breath brushed my ear.

I lied, he wouldn’t need to know the truth “I could recommend another professor for him” “But you’re the only one I’ve seen work right. I mean..” he sighed hoarsely as though admitting what he was about to say would cost him a lung “I’ve seen Chloe’s grades, she’s been getting much better” I leaned back a bit, my body feeling eased up “But it wasn’t only my effort. It was hers as well” “Well, she’s my daughter after all” his ego, I’m sure was caressed. “The professor I recommend will do great” I paused, taking out my phone and pulling Ryder’s number “He’s going to be amazing” I assured him with a wide smile.