Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

“I’d do anything, Professor. Anything you want. Just keep this our dirty little secret.” He stood up abruptly. “I don’t tolerate this kind of behavior in my office. Leave. Now. Before I call security.” I smiled, and slid off the desk, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne. “I see what’s happening here. You’re playing hard to get.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “But I’m going to get you, Professor Garvin. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I’m going to get you… and when I do, I’m going to get you good.”

"You look tired. That new professor is giving you trouble already?" Juliet froze for half a second, then forced a laugh. "No. He's fine. Just that he's... intense." "Intense how?" Lila asked, raising one eyebrow. Juliet slipped into the silver corset that barely covered anything. "He stared at me the whole lecture, asked me to stay after class. But othing big happened." Lila grinned. "Sounds like he likes what he sees. You should be careful because Professors can be trouble."

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."

She was treating me like I was just another task to complete. And for the first time in my life, being ignored by a girl actually hurt. The door creaked open, and in walked Professor Garrick—our “distinguished educator of werewolf diplomacy”, which really meant: expert in being long-winded and allergic to humor. “Good morning, Young Master Marcus,” he said, already pulling out a thick stack of parchment like he was about to cast a spell with it. “Today, we begin with Pack Legacy Charters, and the lineage of—”

The teacher welcomed them in, explaining the reason for their late coming to other students, and also confirming it with the group which had just entered. Everyone settled in their seats. ___________________________________________ "Students today I'll be teaching about the mod functions of every commonly available mod and some rare mods present in the cyborgized community, How many of you spun the gacha ?..." asked the teacher. Almost everyone in my class raised their hands. "So when I call out the mod names and if you have those common mods and rare mods present in you, you must come and show the function to all of us present here, Is that fine?", asked the teacher.

She whined in a baby voice, tugging at her friend's arm. Gab sighed repeatedly, brown orbs rolling tiredly, "Who is he anyway? Must be someone special for him to get you to throw away all your common sense." Maya ignored the mocking jab, and answered her question instead, "He's my psychology professor." If Gab's eyes could pop out of their lids, they would have done so with how wide her eyes went, "The one you, Jason and Derek constantly whine about?" She nodded and Gab scoffed. "I thought you said you hated him?"

Any hints of seduction stopped from that point on. Or, at least, the more obvious hints stopped. I still got the stares. I still got the promiscuous flirting. Especially from fucking allison vaughn. Thank god she's out of my class. Finally, “Mr. Keller, may I stay after class to speak to you about the assignment?” Elizabeth Garner, one of Allison's friends, asks me, standing from her seat as the rest of the class begins to pack their bags. “What assignment, Lizzy?” Allison asks her, arms crossed and flames practically coming out of her ears as she stares at her friend in anger.