Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

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."

I looked to the side and I made eye contact with him, the devil himself— Professor Marison. He was staring, with a sly smirk on his lips as he twirled the drink in his cup. I swallowed and took in his attire. He was only in a dark red dress shirt, a few buttons undone. The little light made me see his skin, those hard pecs that I remembered touching. With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had.

I’d been transcribing them into a document for weeks – the heavy, slanted handwriting converted into type, organized by theme, the analysis of a man who didn’t believe he was smart presented in a format that proved he was. “You’re burning the garlic.” “The garlic is fine.” “The garlic is black.” “It’s caramelized.” “Rhys, caramelized is brown. That is carbon.” He looked at the pan. Looked at me. Scraped the black garlic into the trash with the spatula and started over without acknowledging the defeat. I went back to his margins. He went back to destroying vegetables. The smoke detector stayed silent for eleven minutes, which was a personal record.

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

The gorgeous mixed-race guy with the six-pack held out a peeled grape. I bit into it, gave his abs an appreciative squeeze, and grinned like the cat who ate the canary. "Yes. And the really fun part is about to start." I opened Unit 001's backend control panel. Watching Garrett's pathetic little tantrum, I dragged the [Obedience] parameter from 100% straight down to 0%. And activated [Hidden Sarcastic Mode]. Garrett, since you were so desperate to see my emotions—the show was just getting started.

she replied with a flirty tone, leaving the students in the room even more puzzled. The professor cleared his throat briefly, removing his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose. “Miss Garcia, I’m giving a lecture on crime prevention, and you’re dressed like that?” “This old man is really annoying! I’m Rose, so I’m free to wear whatever I want,” she fumed inwardly.

Burp. Mona was so bloated after finishing two whole pots of pasta that her eyes rolled up into their sockets. It certainly left Carol and Winter spooked, thinking that something terrible had happened to her. As for Frank, he came up with an excuse to leave Skywater Bay before driving to Grande Pharma. In the research lab, he used the cauldron Vicky provided to refine the Goldeater Cane. After half a night, he cooked it into two pills with a shining golden sheen, which he swallowed without hesitation.

Brielle’s POV I smiled, licking my lips sexily as I watched Professor Lucian gently button up my shirt. “You heard your friend, professor. Just fuck me,” I said, laughing sheepishly as I reached for his hand, but he was quick to yank it away. “There must be another way, Garette, please. You've been doing this for years. She's a freaking werewolf; such things shouldn't work on her.” “Yes. It shouldn't, but I guess her wolf is weak, and it already absorbed the intoxicant, Lucian. There's nothing you can do.”