Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

"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…”

I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

“Relax? Bro, you’re telling me to relax? My life and certificate depends on this!” “Ow, you’re loud,” he said while poking his fingers in his ears. I kissed my teeth and eyed him. He needed to start speaking before I forced it out of him. He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Start talking.” “Tch. Whatever. His name is Dr. Anthony Marison—” “I already know his name,” I said in a dry tone of voice. “Right. He is not always in school according to my sources. It says he has other jobs or so. Something way more important than being a professor. Anyway, he is like a virtual teacher but I hear he is in his office right now.”

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."

Gillow stepped back, his crimson gaze boring into him. “You will remember meeting no vampire,” Gillow said, his voice low and commanding. His crimson eyes flared brighter, locking the professor in place. “You will remember your unprofessional actions toward Arda Gray. And you will remember me as her man who smacked the hell out of you for sexual harassment. You will also remember that her man has the power to cripple you socially, financially, and otherwise. And because of this, you will behave. One more slip-up, and you’re gone. Do you understand?” The professor nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”

"And that baby represents a future I cannot allow to exist. A world where lycans and werewolves interbreed freely and dilute what makes us special." Through the bond, I felt Skylar's horror as she sensed my emotions. I tried to shield her from the worst of what I was hearing but the soul connection made that impossible. "What do you want from us?" The military voice asked. Glenda moved into view and she held a small glass vial filled with amber liquid. "This is synthesised from the garlic compound that triggered Skylar's first shift years ago. But I have modified it." My stomach dropped. I remembered that night when Skylar's mother had been killed and the trauma had forced her first transfor