Professor Ludwig Von Drake Novels & Stories

"Where is that insolent motherfucking son of a rotting sewer rat whore?" Then her wild, needle-like pupil eyes settled on Viktor. "Viktor! Where is young Lieter? Where is that rascal? Viktor and Herwin stopped short. Everyone knew Professor Plegeus, Erich's long-suffering tutor. He was famous as an expert in the field of alchemy, as well as being slightly feared as someone irascible and unpredictable. "Uh ... I don't know, Professor Plegeus," Viktor replied nervously, hoping his tone didn't reveal the uncertainty and hesitation he felt.

Everyone at class were both seated at their chair, the professor walks out and he meets me grinning so loud that I couldn't help but wonder, what amuses his fancy? "You must be new here, right,?". He says again as he brought forth his hand, "I'm professor Drake, and welcome to the academy for special kids,". He tells .... "Thank you," I said after taking his hand. "You're welcome, and before you leave, I'd want to see you in my office, is that okay,?_.. he pulls off his hand and was looking right into my eyes, I shake my head, " yes sir," I said, when suddenly a lady barges into our midst_.

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.

He's a professor at a well-known university. "Where's Draven?" Axel Zinnia asked as soon as he arrived. "We don't know, maybe he's dead or maybe he's flirting with flight attendants," Cadmus said, laughing, and lit a cigarette. "Don't compare me to you." We looked at Draven Levin when he arrived. It seems like he just came from a flight; he's still wearing his pilot uniform... It looks like he came straight here. He's one of those who can't be absent from every operation; aside from me, he's also the best shooter in Nexus.

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

“You never know what might happen. So, I will see you at school. Just wait until my lecture is finished. I would need a confidence boost. If you don't mind, Caleb, please wait with Livy. Now that you know the truth, I'd like some male advice.” “Certainly, Sir.” Caleb was still taken aback by this revelation. The call came to an end with that. “I still find it difficult to believe Prof. Drake is gay.” He stated this. “Yes, he is. And he and Jiggy is the cutest and most adorable couple on the planet.” She burst out laughing. “What was Prof. Drake talking about when he said you were leaving after graduation?” Caleb asked in confusion. “Well, I cannot stay here forever. First and foremost, I did

What the fuck did he say? "He is using the name of Drakus. He works as a professor at a university." My heart stopped beating. I could literally feel my body froze at what I have just heard. Professor... Drakus... No fucking way. This is not fucking happening... No... Nieva.... My baby... Trembling, I stood up from my seat and walked out of my office. "Find him!" I growled loudly as I pulled out my phone from my suit jacket. My heart was pounding ridiculously fast inside my chest as I waited for Nieva to pick up her phone.

Sophia glanced at the woman, who now seemed fully engaged, and continued, “What also stands out to me about Lerudia is the faculty. The professors here are not just educators—they are pioneers and leaders in their respective fields. I did a lot of research about the faculty members in my chosen field, and I was amazed to see how many of them are published authors, renowned researchers, and award-winning professionals. For instance, Professor Eleanor Hart, who teaches Environmental Policy, has been an advisor to international climate change organizations and has authored books that I have read and admired. The opportunity to learn from someone like her, to engage in discussions and debates un

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.