Professor Ludwig Von Drake Novels & Stories

Sebastian stated. After a brief silence, Sebastian bade the doctor goodnight and hung up the phone. Sebastian smiled at Luna. “He agreed to inspect the painting tomorrow.” He announced. Luna nodded her head in acknowledgement, the look of confusion still on her face. “Sebastian, who was that? The only thing I know is that his name is Dr. Voss.” She pointed out. Sebastian chuckled. “Yeah. Sorry. My bad. His name is Dr. Voss Vanginkel, a Dutch art historian and cryptographer. He was my art lecturer in school. We became good friends and we've kept in touch all these years. To me, he's family.”

Well, I did have an annullment," I said in a panic. Why had I made that up? I could feel my fists clench into balls as I reminded myself that I needed this job. I needed to find a way in. I was determined that my status wouldn't hold me back. "Well in that case, Miss Livia Spitz, welcome to the team. I am Dr. Manfred Dawson, one of the associate professors. I am no means, the head of this whole operation, but I would like to say that, I am hoping that my efforts will be recognized at one point. My point is, I will be keeping you on track as your guide in the upcoming weeks and I hope that you won't let me down. We have few good scientists as it is who are not slaves to their species.

Namit said, keeping his head on the wooden table. "I can deal with the next thirty minutes," said Dhruv. His eyes fixated at the extreme left on the very first bench where the shy girl of our class Saavi was sitting. He soon averted his gaze. I found him acting bizarre but later shrugged it off. I mused my empty stomach was making my mind hollow. The bell rang. I would have exulted but I still had thirty minutes of harrowing lecture. "Happy Weekend, everyone." Wishing us our Social Science Professor exited the class. Seconds later came in the younger sister of deceased Adolf Hitler, our Hindi Professor, Lata.

E. Dr. Schnell is a fascinating, but horrifying person. Through some form life extension he’s discovered that he keeps a secret to himself, he is actually a Nazi scientist from the 1940’s. Apparently, he knew Hitler personally. He is utterly unredeemable and only cares about his scientific explorations, which are totally devoid of, as he would put it, ‘sentimental attachments to a subjective notion of morality’.

"Don't you know you can't rule the world, you moron?" Drake hit me hard on the side of my cheek, but it only moved my head, and I was so angry I felt nothing. I eyed him, my green eyes flaring. "I've had enough of this," Drake replied. Then, he turned to face Michaels. "Take her to Mengele." "Josef Mengele? The scientist who did obscene human experimentation for Hitler? He's here?" I asked, unable to believe my ears. He was a notorious scientist who was single-handedly responsible for the torture and death of many Jews, which included children as well as adults.

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

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…”

In the middle of the study was an expensive Italian center table with drinks, snacks and cigars on it. Seating directly opposite the chimney behind the table was Professor Emeritus Jack Russell Todd aka ‘JRT.’ He was 85yrs old and the CEO and founder of LWP. Prof Jack Russell Todd was a physicist by discipline and a Nobel laureate. JRT was an English man from a Norwegian descent. His father was a Norwegian immigrant who had married his mother who was English. JRT was tall and bald with handsome features that were diminishing due to the aging effect of time. When it came to personal achievements, JRT was first to all and second to none. He was also the 8th most powerful man in the world and t

“More like a tent.” Dad went red … tomato–red. Professor Black brought out his phone and placed a call. “Now,” he said calmly, ending it without another word. Barely a minute later, Dad’s phone rang. “Hello—” One second. Just one sentence from the caller. Dad went pale. His mouth parted as he stared at Professor Black like he was staring at a loaded gun. “Mr Black…” he whispered, voice trembling. “You’re the CEO of D&K Holdings?”

He turned to the guy named Alrick Thomas, who was also one of the outspoken students in class, and the guy I always got into arguments with. He smirked at me, much to my dismay and further embarrassment, and in a loud, confident voice, he said, “He should have applied patent to his pipe and oil drill invention.” “Very good. Thank you for doing your readings before coming to class,” our professor said. Shit! We were discussing one of the biggest business mistakes in history. I read those stories for leisure! How could I forget who Edwin Drake was? I couldn’t wait for the class to be over. I didn’t know what Zachary was up to. I didn’t even know where I would be meeting him.