Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

Nick tilts his head slightly, like he’s considering the insult instead of reacting to it. “I like to take my time with things,” he replies casually, stretching his legs out under the desk. “Sometimes it’s good to make decisions,” Mr. Madden says steadily. “You can always change your mind. So tell me.” His voice is calm, but the tension underneath it is sharp enough to cut. Nick stares at him. Mr. Madden tilts his head slightly in return. It looks like a warning. And suddenly the resemblance is impossible to ignore. In that moment he doesn’t look like a professor anymore—he looks like exactly what he is.

Bob urged. Tom dialed, but there was no answer from Drex’s phone. "He's not picking up! Grab the gun, Bob! Wait... don't vampires hate garlic? Do you have any?" Tom asked frantically. "I don't have fresh cloves; I use garlic powder for cooking!" Bob shouted back. "Anything! Just grab anything with garlic in it!" Bob scrambled toward the kitchen just as a massive THUD echoed from the roof. BOOM! "What was that?" Tom yelled, raising his service weapon.

We need to acquire the medication Ovarilock,' Garrett instructed, his urgency seeping into his voice. 'Ovarilock?' Thad repeated, surprise evident in his tone, rousing Adam from his sleep. 'Yes, I will explain later. Just have Adam contact the doctor as soon as possible,' Garrett confirmed. 'Understood, my Alpha,' Thad acknowledged. Garrett released the telepathic connection. The medication Ovarilock held the key to managing Lily's situation, preventing any potential chaos and disruption caused by her heat cycle. It was an unconventional approach, but there wasn't really any other chance. He would have it placed it in her food with a strong enough dosage to get her through the Winter Moon ce

"A wise warlock should be sensitive even in choosing the ingredients of each Flask de Amore he was concocting. A slight difference in its property will have a tremendous effect on its potency. In a worst-case scenario, it will even lead to an utter distraction of the entire Flask de Amore process. Wasting all your efforts in the end. Do you understand?" Professor Eres ' voice echoed inside the Teacher Hall as she continues her long litany. It was a good thing that no one was there aside from them. Or else Niccoli would feel more embarrassed and sorry than he already was. He does not even have the nerve to lift his head and met Professor Eres ' eyes for he was feeling guilty for all the troub

“I think I need to keep that mouth of yours quiet,” he tells me. My belly flutters in response. “Suck,” he orders. My lips part, and I suck back three of Professor Harlan’s fingers greedily into my mouth. I lick at my own wetness, lips taut against his skin, feeling him tease the back of my throat with small movements. I gag, a soft gurgling bubbling from my throat, eliciting a dark smile from Professor Harlan. “Good girl,” he hums, watching me take him back to the knuckle, eyes locked with his as my tongue swirls, bobbing my head, hoping he is imagining me sucking and choking on his cock instead.

"I feel like there's something off about this Professor Garrick. It's like he's solving academic problems, but also subtly guiding the students' emotions." "It's a bit like PUA, trying to use psychological manipulation on some people." Carl spoke softly, "It does seem that way. Professor Garrick has taught this class many times, so the students should be familiar with him. But just now, when he paused, his eyes glanced at a few specific people." Amelia nodded. "I saw that too, which is why I felt something was wrong." Just as the two were whispering, a male student suddenly stood up. "Because of corruption!"

She played smart by running backward with a labored breath. She waved her knives to slice off any disturbance that came her way because the other pair was fighting close to them. Their impact was so massive. Talking about the extraordinary blessing’s people. Elijah and the assistant’s fight were nothing compared to theirs. Still, they had no luxury to see the fight as they had their own battle to look at. The assistant groaned as he studied the injuries on his body. Thanks to the garlic mixed with the olive oil and oregano, he smelled like a roasted vampire and his blood became poisonous. So, he couldn’t cure himself until he had a special elixir.

Instead of an artificial intelligence, the professor planted Gary's brain on the new body, as it will do as he bids. "Gary seems not suited anymore. Why don't I call you Gracy? Okay from now on, your name is Gracy," the professor leered. "Affirmative, professor. I swear to kill you professor!" Gracy responded. "Now time for training. Come Gracy. Ride my cock," the professor said to Gracy. "Affirmative, professor. Fuck!" Gracy responded in her sexy feminine voice. "You have a message from president Gary, president," a lovely voice sounded on the room

“Yes. You can dice these tomatoes while I handle the onions and garlic.” He handed me a knife and cutting board, and we worked side by side in silence. It all seemed too incredible to be true… Professor Grayson, the brilliant, reserved art historian, was making pasta sauce with me in his kitchen while the storm raged outside. I wished I could replay this moment over and over again. “Have you always been interested in art?” He asked as he expertly minced garlic.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”