Professor Membrane Novels & Stories

she began in her best Italian, “is a highly selective semipermeable border of endothelial cells. It prevents solutes in the circulating blood from non-selectively crossing into the extracellular fluid of the central nervous system where neurons reside.” The professor nodded slowly, a rare sign of approval. As she sat down, a fellow student leaned over and whispered, “Well done, Selin. You’re becoming the top of the class.” Selin smiled—a real, genuine smile. It was the first time in years she felt proud of herself not for being a "good wife," but for being a good doctor.

I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze. The door to Professor Harlan’s office, an older economics lecturer known for being strict and married, was slightly ajar. Moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh spilled out. I should have kept walking. Instead, morbid curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked through the gap.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

NOAH’S POV My legs were still shaking, and cum was running down the insides of my thighs when Marcus's words hung in the air like a lit fuse. "Elliott, you weren't supposed to—" The professor's hand got tighter around my waist, and his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. I could feel the change in him: his possessive grip turned into a protective one, and his body tensed up like a coiled spring. Jax stood still a few feet away, his eyes darting between us. The

"I want you to tell me the truth. When you wrote that line about the professor and the student crossing the line, did part of you wonder what it would feel like?" Heat pooled between her legs and she pressed her thighs together under the desk. "That's not... I was analyzing the text." Adrian gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. But your words carried heat. Real heat, like you know exactly how dangerous that kind of attraction can be." The room felt smaller and the no-fraternization memo flashed in her mind, but it didn't stop the way her body reacted to his nearness and she was afraid he might notice it.

“Lora is an aspiring conductor, and Anya is a promising composer with a good ear. I hope you remember them.” Strangely, the professor’s gaze lingers on mine for longer than a second. No, it’s already been over five seconds and counting. They’re assessing me, and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from them too. Goosebumps parade all over my body. Wait a second. I know that voice! I’m good at remembering voices. “Believe me. I definitely will, Kristoff,” Professor Sebastian states, now unsmiling. “Because I ran into Ms. Scott earlier on the porch, and she doesn’t seem to recognize me without the mask.”

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…”

"The professor already had bouts of what you call dementia or worst in your planet when he came to us. For someone with a brilliant mind, his memory is badly impaired and frequently forgets things but he thinks of nothing else but his work. It is interesting to see that he could not even remember his surrogate daughter." Yes, Alec could see it - the professor is sick, and he could see Ava realizing this as well. "You abducted him," Alec said. "He brought himself in," came the surprising revelation which surprised all the Earthlings. "He seemed to have perfected a replica of our portals in your planet. He tested it himself and brought himself in....here, from one of these portals," Lynx becko

I practically take it everywhere like I do to the necklace I inherited from my late Mom. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the next announcement made my chest drop. “ Everybody, I would like you to meet professor Aaron Devinsky. The youngest billionnaire of our time.” The class cheered. I stared at him, puzzledly. “ What's he doing here?” The VC continued. “From today, he's your professor and course coordinator for communication and international public relations.” " Oh my God!"

Inching closer to him, I lay one of my hands on his shoulder and squeeze. “Remember that study I told you about? I remember the professor’s name who made it now. It was Professor Sheena Josselyn. You could look it up if you have the time,” I tell him, fully knowing that as the study suggested, he will probably forget about me the very next morning. He was drunk, and out of it. “Sure, it hurts now, but it won’t always. It’s just that it’s fresh. Tomorrow morning, after you get to have a good night’s sleep, you probably won’t even remember my face.” He shakes his head, “No, I’ll remember you. You’re prettier than her. Nicer too.”