Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"Garlic is the most potent natural antibiotic in existence. Thanks to its allicin content, it provides antimicrobial protection. Just moments ago, I was subjected to intense physical contact with your soaking-wet body, and you haven't even fully reported your active sexual history to me! This garlic is currently a shield protecting me from your potential viruses! It prevents contamination! What if you sleep around with all sorts of women and pass a disease to me? Have you ever even requested health reports from your partners?" Matteo slammed his glass onto the table so hard that the spilled rakı sloshed over the wood. But the fury in his eyes instantly dissolved into a deep, chest-shaking la

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.”

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.

He coated my tongue and lips in the white heat of his release, marking my face in front of the silent audience. He reached down, his finger tracing a line through the cum on my lip before looking back at the bookshelf. "I hope you enjoyed the show," Garrick whispered, his voice cold and satisfied as he looked at the flickering red light. "Because from now on, the subscription price is going to be much, much higher."

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.