Professor Ludwig Von Drake Novels & Stories

“What was his motive?” “May I?” Roger states, putting up his hand. “Drake said something to me when I asked him a similar question and I did some research about it. Josef Mengele better known as the angel of death. He was a doctor who did medical experiments on Jews during the holocaust. Doctor Springfield was doing something similar but with drugs and the effects they have. Were you right with the new information you received?”

So this–Whatever it was, had to be a phase that would fizzle out with time. Going against what every nerve in my body wanted to do, I nodded instead and got out of the car; feeling a mix of confusion and sadness, I was unsure why those emotions dominated my mind in the first place. As I stumbled into the building, my mind was still stuck on the 'almost' conversation I had had with Nikolas. I was walking down the hallway to my classroom when I was suddenly jolted out of my thoughts by my lecturer's voice. "Miss Pierce, it's good to see you've decided to grace us with your presence today," My Professor's sarcastic tone caught me off guard.

While he had tried to pull strings to get a top specialist, Leonard was infamous for refusing to deal with VIPs or favors. However, the timing seemed perfect, so he took the credit. He quickly flashed a confident smile and said, "Well, Mrs. Yonder, of course, I'd do my best for Nancy's uncle. It seems Dr. Ziegler made time, after all." The relatives were impressed by Drake's apparent connections, believing the legendary Leonard's involvement guaranteed success. As if to confirm Drake's claims, Leonard began walking toward their group. Drake stepped forward eagerly, extending both hands. "Dr. Ziegler, thank you so much for coming."

Knudlac's smile faded away. "Especially him," sighed the professor. "Unfortunately, he uses all magic tricks to hurt. As for the fact that he revealed his knowledge of magic to be pictured, this is just his way of spreading fear among the other wizards, scare them and gain them as his disciples." "Why don't you take such a picture?" Johnny asked. "Maybe you scared Vlad Dragoesti and ..." Professor Knudlac laughed again, with the same joy as before. "Yes ... You know ... my body is no longer as it once was. As muscular as Vladimir's. I don't have his age anymore ..."

"Not every guy!" A man walked into the lecture hall, his poise spoke of grace and charisma. "Good morning class. I'm Drake Harris. Your new Economics professor," he introduced himself in his deep baritone voice. Her eyes widened as the voice sounded familiar. Riri lifted her head to stare at the new professor and he was the same guy from last week. The guy in her dreams!

I will let you know what he says. I typed back quickly. Kael: If he makes you uncomfortable, you leave immediately. Understand? Harlow: Yes, Sir. The Sir sent a jolt through me. She was learning. Julian was still talking about profit margins. I pretended to listen. When he finally left, I pulled up the university website and searched for Professor Drake. Mid thirties. PhD from a mediocre school. No published research to speak of. He was nothing. And he was making Harlow’s life hell.

“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.”

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

Everyone got to their feet. An old man said smilingly, "War Legate Draco, I've always been very interested in Gostia and Partingia, but I never had the chance to conduct research on them. Thank you for fulfilling my dream." "This is Professor Steve Vargas, an archaeologist from Southeast University. He's sixty-two and has a vast knowledge of ancient ruins. He's also brought a few students with him," Mya introduced. Adrian said, "Thank you for your service despite your age."

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next